By Ox Drover
I’m sure we have all heard the old saying, “I cried because I had no shoes until I saw a man who had no feet.” This “old saying” is true, though I think it is made up to inspire some guilt in us for complaining about the small things we lack and make us aware that we are fortunate to have the many blessings that we do have, which many others are not fortunate enough to have.
Another one I remember is, “Eat your vegetables; there are children starving in China.” I always wondered why I couldn’t just send the hated vegetables there instead of eating them. It would solve two problems: I wouldn’t have to eat them, and the kids in China would be grateful for them. My son D has turned this phrase around to joke, “Drink your beer, there are sober children in China.”
All jokes and platitudes aside, however, the feeling of gratitude for what blessings we do have is, I think, an important concept for our healing. The encounters with sociopaths, sometimes for decades, have given us a feeling of destitution and emotional poverty. The thing that we prized and valued most—the love that we thought was shared between us and the sociopath—turned out to be an illusion. We have lost this vision of the relationship we thought was so important.
When my kids were very little, if one had a birthday, we would get the other one a “consolation present.” It was never as big as the birthday boy’s present, but it was a token to show that the non-birthday boy was not forgotten. One year when they were about four and three, we forgot to get the non-birthday boy something, and so my mother wrapped up a nice new shirt in a package, since the non-birthday boy did like clothes very much. When it came his turn to open his package he was all smiles, expecting some sort of toy I am sure. When he saw that his expectations were dashed and he had clothing, however, his little face fell. He had not gotten what he had expected. I was gratified, though, that he looked up, almost ready to cry I think, and said the most pitiful “thank you” that I have ever seen a child force from his lips.
Our expectations of our relationship many times turn out to be like my son’s expectations of what was in his package, very disappointing. Sometimes even devastation follows the exposure of the one-sidedness of the true relationship, with emotional, physical and/or financial abuse as well.
Walking down the street and seeing another couple holding hands, we may start to have a feeling that only we are alone, only we don’t have someone who wants to hold our hand. This feeling of “poverty,” of “not having” what others have, I think, fuels our feelings of worthlessness, abandonment and sadness, and the loneliness of wishing we had the relationship we thought we had. We feel deprived of what we deserve by someone else, or feel that maybe we don’t deserve more, or that we got what we deserved and if we had only worked harder, we might have managed to make it come true.
I think those feelings of deprivation, those feelings of poverty of spirit and soul, tend to drag us down further into the abyss of failure—a failure that keeps us from appreciating what we do have. A failure to appreciate just how important we are, and also a failure to appreciate that we have escaped the clutches of a bad relationship, even if that escape was painful.
The appreciation of ourselves, of our unique value and worth, is important to healing. To appreciate ourselves, I think we need to look at ourselves on this (U.S.) holiday of Thanksgiving and to enumerate and validate the many things about ourselves we do have to be thankful for. We need to count our blessings, and assess the many valuable characteristics that make us who we are.
Even if we have lost our “shoes” we still have our “feet” and while we may feel that we don’t have “as much as” someone else, we still have something that cannot be taken away from us, and that is the unique spirit that is ours and ours alone. The unique spirit that can be grateful and give thanks to the universe for new opportunities to expand that spirit in new ways we’ve never before explored.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL – DON’T LET THE TURKEYS GET YOU.
I think i have to change my screen name; it isn’t buoying me up to type that in. 🙂
I am having a hard time today with remembering reality. (as someone who met their spath online and on phone, it goes like this: HE never died, HE never left me, HE never existed.
today, for some reason, I am thinking HE did. And all the attendant hurt that comes with that is nipping at my mind. Hmm, maybe because I am so sick today. I have MCS, and today is a very bad day.
I really want to know who that sweet boy is in HIS photos. cause SHE ain’t nothing like his photos. Starting with gender. The only thing I know that She and her sock puppet have in common is race. That’s it.
I wish I could be a bit more forthcoming here, but I feel/ fear there are spaths lurking.
it’s hard to get all those sock puppets jammed into the SINGLE spath shoe. ah, maybe tha’t why todya is difficult – I have been remembering the nasty of the mean sock puppets. You know, that was my biggest fear when I started to put this all together: that the nasty bf and the sweet boy were one in the same. The last time i talked to sweet one (his resurrection day), he even refered to things the bf said about MY emails. and how much he liked the bf reading MY emails, caused they bothered the bf.
Oh good f**cking Chirst. WHACK JOB! Repeat after me, Lostandfearful: “WHACK JOB!!!!!”
Okay, I feel a bit better now.
thanx.
In reference to the ’hijacking’ of our ’pleasure’ neuro pathways in addiction and spath relations:
There is this one really dark space I go to with all this spath shit ”“ and it is a type of lonliness that feels toxic. So, HE (she) hijacked my pleasure neruopathway and filled it with acid. So, when I remember the oh so sweet of HIM, I feel a toxic burn.
Fk.er
her. i have to remember it’s not HIM, he did not exist.
Dear Lost,
I hear your confusion, your pain, your anger, and all the other things that must be rolling around inside your head!
It’s okay to vent, it’s okay to ….whatever you feel like saying!
They build some sort of “neverland” that isn’t real, but we think it is real, and when it POOF! goes away and we realize we have been TRICKED, scammed and had the wool pulled over our eyes it HURTS! It hurts as if we actually “lost” something real, because for US it was REAL. We FELT IT!
Then we feel so “stoooopid” for being fooled so badly. But let me reassure you, there are lots of SMART people on this site that have been also “fooled” so you are not alone there, and you are NOT “stooopid” and you are not the first or the last to be conned by these wack jobs of EVIL!
Keep on reading, keep on learning, and keep on reinforcing that the VISION you “saw” and felt and thought was real was an illusion….but your pain is REAL, but it will pass. Maybe not as quickly as the illusion of the con job, but it will pass, so keep on walking the path toward healing, toward recovering your sense of a WHOLE SELF. God bless.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL !!!!
Thank you for the friends I have made here , the advice I have been given, the patience to listen and help me work things through.
Thanks to Donna for her devotion and dedication to this site and all who pass through and those that stay awhile.
Thanks to all those who write articles and share their wisdom –
and those who take the time to comment.
My life has been touched deeply by finding this site and others here – you know who you are !!!!
Blessings to all ……………
About five months ago, the man I’d been seeing for over two years started to become a stranger to me. He’d always been kind of odd and unpredicatable, but his oddness and unpredicatability compounded. He started telling “jokes” that were more frightening than funny. About three months ago, on a visit to my place, he started assessing the value of the things in my apartment, the art on my walls, my antiques. I kicked him out–I suddenly started asking myself – what if he has had other motives all along? Shaking all over, I entered a few keywords about his personality – especially that he seemed to mirror whomever he was with – into a Google search, and that was the first time I found a description of a sociopath, and applied it to him. It was chilling and frightening, because it fit him to a “T.” On that day, too, I found this website.
My first attempt at a break-up backfired because I weakened and went back to him. Fairly quickly, he got weird again. I broke up again. It’s been about a month. Still some contact, but I’m making myself more and more distant.
I’m with my family this Thanksgiving. And thankful, oh so thankful. This website and this blog were the first place that made me turn the mirror on myself. It’s been a hard three months, looking at myself in the mirror again, after two years of mirroring him. In addition to being sexually abusive, he was very verbally abusive to me throughout the relationship, and the break-up (and counseling I’ve sought!) has helped me see how he played with my brain.
Last week was the first week I felt that brain was my own again.
Now that’s something to be thankful for, and this website and blog has been one of the many things that have helped me. Thank You!
Okay…..
I had a wonderful Thanksgiving…..thoroughly enjoyed myself and the company we were in!!!!!
Cooked, drank good wine, all the kids, friends and new aquantances……
It was wonderful watching the kids, along with my Gf’s kids take some initiative in the kitchen….some of the kids made deviled eggs, one did a chees plate, my oldest decided he wanted to make his mom her favorite pecan pie with homemade crust….one kid made gravy, one did the mashed potoes….All 11 to 19 years old…..it was really cool!!!!
The conversation ranged from real estate business transactions to ‘readings’ of our turkish coffee grinds….to avoiding detentions at school. Everyone gathered in the kitchen, no one disappeared off alone…..we ALL conversed and enjoyed….whatever age.
So we come home…..10:30…..I’m so wiped out (the wine/champagne) I’m sure! :), not to mention the glutten I made of myself!!!
We all decided to go to bed…..NOT BURN THE MIDNIGHT OIL…..
I conked out…..I got woken up by some banging noises…..I lay in bed wondering what in the hell…..they continue……whenever I hear banging downstairs, It always triggers me….I perk up and try to listen for someone who may be breaking in…….after a bit, it became apparant it wasn’t a break in…..I called my oldests cell phone…..’HEY…..what in the heck are you banging…” Okay….it’s 3am peeps…..I told him….I was in a dead sleep……you woke me up….he says….well come down here Mom……Sometimes when he can’t sleep (and God knows what project will come out of knowwhwere!)….he sometimes wants to talk…..so I crawl my butt out of bed……throw the robe on and open my bedroom door…..
ALL OF MY KIDS WERE UP and DECORATING THE HOUSE FOR CHRISTMAS!!!!!!
Holy Moly…….the house is now Christmassed up! With the Little drummer boy (my favorite) playing on one kids surround sound loudly…..and all!
Lights EVERYWHERE!!!! Inside/outside….all kids rooms were lite up, bedposts, drapery, stockings, and all the garb……
I walk down the stairs in awe and they put their arms around me and hug me as we look up at all the lights…….
They say….You like it Mom?????
Yes……THANK YOU…..Mom loves it!!!!
I really am so very blessed!
Tonight I came home to a house that was empty of the lies I have lived with for a decade. It was dark and quiet and lonely but there was PEACE. His things are gone, his room is empty and several little animals are lying sleeping on my bed.
I don’t know what the future holds, but I know it will be brighter than the past because it will be the truth and real and not an illusion, making excuses or pretending things are much better than they are. I am sorry he is somewhere strange tonight and I am sorry I lost all those years. I am sorry for the woman who was buried under all the pain and grief of living with him.
Tonight I spent time with an old friend and consciously tried not to think of what has occupied every waking minute for all the time I can recall in memory = how to untangle and make sense of the enigma I lived with. Tonight I was brave and asked a woman I met if she would like to meet up for coffee one day soon – I think I made a new friend after so many years of hiding away from society feeling untouchable and inadequate.
I have many things to be thankful for. My health ain’t great but I know it will improve now. The animals who live with me are well fed and well loved. I have my mind. I have my heart. This horror has not ended my ability to reach out … and now I do it in authenticity and reverance for the journey to Hades I have gone on – no more lies, no more pretending a man who wishes me ill loves me, no more excusing his toxic behaviour. I am getting free.
I am so thankful for all of you here.
Erin – what a wondrous gift from your children and how marvellous you have such appreciation for it. Your love is flowing both ways freely with no impediments via a man who wished you harm.
Louise I can relate to your shock at finding a match in symptoms and starting to put the pieces together – I had the same shock, disbelief, horror and awe. Peace to you – you are further along than me – we are safer alone.
Heavenbound … can relate to the miserable holidays! Every special event marred by his pathology. I look forward to a festive season free from someone who wanted to destroy me and couldn’t hide it during times of celebration. I remember my disappointment every special event – I would put in such effort shopping and spending all day preparing special foods, choosing special gifts and offering it all up to have it treated with indifference or feigned gratitude (that didn’t come close to being authentic or sincere)
I have had something from the Bible running through my head in the last couple of weeks
“Better a meal of herbs where there is love than a feast where there is none.”
Style – that is how I feel now too. I don’t NEED like I used to. It would have to be someone exceptional that I would consider to share a place in my life.
Spirit – The song is by Sheryl Crowe and I love it … it fits so well with these sick relationships …
“God I feel like Hell tonight
Tears of rage I cannot hide
Try and let me understand
Are you strong enough to be my man?
Nothing’s true and nothing’s right
Just let me be alone tonight
Cause you can’t change the way I am
Are you strong enough to be my man?
Lie to me … I promise I’ll believe
Lie to me … but please don’t leave”
Matt – that is wonderful you have met someone special – a little time has brought huge change for you and well deserved 🙂
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
hi everyone,
sounds like many had a wonderful holiday with family and/or friends. it’s good to hear.
i am very grateful for everyone here, thankful that LF saved my life, and that i’m still standing. it wasn’t easy. 16 months NC, but i’m still counting because nothing has taken the place of what i thought i had … a life.
working 10 hour days at the thankless job of high school teacher, and college at night with a pathological professor. can’t afford my rent, but can’t move because of the bankruptcy. family is still seeing me as the ‘lost’ member who can’t pull it together. friends have disappeared, or have put up with me.
i’ve gotten obese, none of my clothes fit me and i can’t afford new ones. i look like a rag. my hair is three shades from coloring the gray myself. i am constantly in pain from head to toe, but my doctor is tired of taking tests and finding nothing wrong. i’m definitely depressed.
i spent yesterday alone, eating left over salad and chinese food, trying to work on four major projects for my masters, all due in the next 10 days. instead, i did almost nothing but sleep.
don’t get me wrong. i’m happy to be spath free. i’m thankful i have a job. thankful i have a roof over my head. but one twist and i’ll be homeless and will have NO where to go. i’m 51 — with NO energy to start again — and i’m basically terrified. i’m still going to church, but the endless ‘you create your prosperity’ speeches are wearing mighty thin.
this life is not of my design, although every self-help guru seems to think we create our own reality. i used to think that too. i have seen and heard too much to believe that any of us created or wanted what we got.
okay, i’m going down a bad path here.
i’ve never intentionally hurt anyone in my life, have always aided the underdogs of our world, tried to be good, have generously given, because that’s what i believe we are all meant to do.
now i’m just bitter as hell that no one is looking out for me, and i’m seen as just another fat, middle-aged woman to be scorned. when i threw that little effing s/p/n out of my world, he turned around as he walked down the staircase and said, ‘just face it, NO one fu#King wants YOU!’
he was right.
meantime, he still has his house and his wife and kids and his new girlfriend and their new baby and his 100K job and his car and 100 friends doting on him every minute.
i’ve tried SO hard to be okay, to smile and be happy, to pray and believe and work hard and move forward.
the reality is … i’m faking it and i’m tired.
thanks for letting me vent.
polly:
“hiding away from society feeling untouchable and inadequate.” ouch. :::crying::: because that’s totally where i’m at. i don’t think anyone should have to see me.
maybe i need furry little animals, too.