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!
@ox drover
okay, so WE are a bag of mixed nuts. I’ll take that. 🙂
One of the things ‘she’ did the last time i talked to ‘him’, was try to implicate one of her sock puppets in abusing him. (confused yet? ;(
I still have moments of feeling the whack job has in some way abused ‘him’ AND I FEEL TWINGES OF CARE FOR HIM, CONCERN FOR HIM. And then I remember, HE doesn’t exist. It’s ALL HER. Oy.
ans she will always be evil. and he will never exist. i am gonna go have me a hot bath and a cry now.
Dear Banana,
Well, I don’t think that is a total loss at this time. Be sure you have all the e mails and texts that your X has sent you to present if needed. Keep a folder of any of this.
Also, as for the journal, I suggest that you make a COPY of all entries when you have it in your possession so that if he tries to ‘lose” or destroy this you will have a copy as proof of what was in it.
Actually I would also get a digi recorder and keep it with me during the exchanges so that if he DOES YELL at you you will have proof of this. This actually may be the best thing that has happened to you.
KEEP THE LETTER OF THE ORDER TO A TEE! DO NOT VIOLATE IT, EVEN IF HE DOES SO.
I would also (if you start the journal) sign, date and time it, and after your signature, make a copy of that, then when he returns it so it is in order with dates on each page. and a signature on each page. get some kind of book that is bound and if a page is torn out (not a spiral one) but one of those composition books that is sewn in pages and one can’t be removed without leaving a trace of where the paper is torn out. I can see the jerk messing with the journal or “losing it” or getting it wet or damaged.
If so, start a new one identical to the old one, and write in the front of it “second journal, first one lost by the s-path during visit of 12-4-09 and not returned” (but, you have a copy of the journal that he “lost” and so on. I can just see him messing around with this journal thing. Oh, boy, will HE HATE THAT!
Parenting classes—GREAT! Don’t you know he will HATE THAT. LOL Take up more of his prescious time and keep him from doing what he wants to do. I think you both should go to parenting classes every night of the week for 4-8 hours! LOL
Especially better if you attend the SAME CLASS cause he will NOT be able to hold it together and you know he will be an ass! LOL
Banana I think you have made the first MAJOR HIT on his games, so just hang in there, keep your head low and adhere to the orders of the court 110%! GOOD GOING! You didn’t get everything but you got a LOT!!! (((hugs))))
I need some perspective on this.
I didn’t think it was fair to bring SOOOO much eveidence to court of his verbal abuse and parental alienation, all on tape or transcription, and they make ME just as LIKELY to get a PO as him.
HE is the one manipulatiing and abusing, why should he have the gradification of being able to PO ME for one word when I DO NOT HAVE A RECORD.
AND WHO THE HELL THOUGHT IT WAS A good idea to go to parenting classes!!! He is not going to change!
Dear One-step,
LOL yea, that’s us a bag of mixed nuts! LOL But you know, I’m finally at a point that I can LAUGH AT MYSELF for being so guillible and I think that’s a good thing!
Coming to this blog and finding people who are also bright, also good, caring people and finding that I am NOT alone, and NOT the dumbest most gulible nut in the bag actually made things a lot easier for me. I felt so ALONE in my “stoopidity” and my pain, but I’m not the first, the snartest or the last person who will be duped by con jobs that are put on by psychopaths. As P. T. Barnam said, “there’s a sucker born every minute” and I might add that there is a psychopath born every minute to find that caring good ‘sucker”—but I would still rather be the sucker than the con-person that does the abusing/using.
As far as I am concerned, they lack a soul and the only “feelings” they can get are pretty shallow or angry, they aren’t capable of bonding or loving another person and that’s a bleak prospect to feel like they must, and to be so ALONE in the universe, trusting no one, bonded with no one, and loving no one. that’s pretty bad I would think, I’ll take being a “sentimental sucker” any day over what they must feel.
There is hope for me to heal, and there is NO HOPE for them. If you look at it that way, you are so much better off than they are, no matter how much money they took you for, or how much you thought you loved what didn’t exist, you are still better off. I just count the pain nd chaos as “tuition” to the SCHOOL OF HARD KNOCKS. I’m graduating now, no more tuition, no more psychopathic teachers, no more dirty looks, and no more feeling I am responsible for their welfare and happiness. I’M OUT OF THAT SCHOOL FOR GOOD I HOPE AND PRAY!
Oxy,
I must be learning because…
I keep all texts in my e-mail, types them in order and save them on the hard drive and print them all by date in a binder.
I started the journal in the same one I started and suggested back in June. Took photos of every page and I have started new pages with dates through December. I photograph every two pages. I will photograph HIS too.
I also continue to wear a VA recorder at every exchange.
He scrwed up the first exchange already! I don’t know if his attorney sucks at communicating or HE pretends NOT to get the orders!!! He did not come to my care. My dad and I waited for a few minutes as he stood by his car. Then thinking S/P did not get the order, I got out and got our son.
And I the idiot, people pleasing Christian said “Thank you” when he handed me my son’s coat. This is how I have always been, and I feared this would happen.
It’s all on tape and I contacted my ATt. asap. she said I did not have to worry because he violated the court order first.
I KNOW I would not have said a word if I did not have to leave my seat or take the coat from his hands!!!
do they love their kids? the spath-hole would always say ‘my kids are my life!’ then, why was he with me four nights a week instead of with the son and daughter who lived at his house? yea, and what about other son who he hardly ever saw … the one he made my ‘godson’ and told me to spend time with every weekend? and what about the new one with his new girlfriend? what does a spath DO with four kids?
what do they mean to him?
They can’t love or bond to anyone or anything, however they do sometimes have the “attachment” of OWNERSHIP. The kids are a piece of property that they own for their own glory, but it is not your traditional “love” for kids. they don’t get it that ‘love” means nurturing and taking care of and spending time with and being interested in.
Kids are just like a guy who “loves” his dog but leaves it chained in the back yard without food and water—you mean they can’t live like that? Something must be wrong with the dog anyway.
LIG … I think the words come out of their mouths… but they are just words… actions speak louder than words… anyone can say “I love YOU”… I love my kids.. just like the crocodile tears… its like a pity play… they are babies themselves…. how can someone that selfish, self centered egotistical arrogant etc… blah blah blah…. my child is more mature than the father that claims to love him… its sad …
Mine was with me almost a year and saw his kids once during that time.. yet he would talk to them on the phone and tell them I Love you, I love you.. love love love…
then we break up but continue to date for awhile and during that time he tells me that his kids are his life and that I almost destroyed his family. I had nothing to do with his family. I only met one of them.. they flip and change who they love and care for like the wind. I told him in the year that he was with me that he needed to see his children more, etc… They are so manipulative and false.
LIG,
One of the really confusing things about my ex from a year and a half ago was that he seemed to genuinely care for his one year old daughter. But then he would say things like, “My ex-wife will probably take our daughter back home to Arkansas, but I will stay here with you. My daughter will always be my daughter but I don’t want to lose you.” Then I found out he was collecting large snakes and keeping them IN HIS DAUGHTER’S ROOM! There were just little things like this that gave him away. But the show of love and devotion seems so very genuine, it’s impossible to know they’re lying. You have to watch and listen over time to see their stories unravel. It’s still pretty amazing to think about it.
He also presented himself as someone who really loved snakes. He was very good with mine, even after one of them bit him in the face. But then he’d say he wanted to bring one of his new snakes to my house so I can see it, ignoring the fact that it is very stressful to take a snake on an hour-long drive with no heat. He would act like he cared, but then he’d either do or talk about doing really careless things like that.
I hope that helps put some of the pieces together for those of you who are still scratching your heads in amazement (as I once did). I no longer even think about that guy any more until I come here.