Lovefraud received the following letter from a reader:
I was not in a disastrous relationship with my S. Our relationship was less than three years, our marriage less than two when he openly cheated and decided to leave me, then played games of false reconciliation, which in hindsight were so he could have two sex partners.
The short end of my question is ”¦ How do you reconcile the basically happy marriage, the illusion of a man you married with the horrible monster he has become in trying to create turmoil in your life and use your greatest love (your child) to hurt you?
Range of behavior
One reason why it’s so difficult to spot sociopaths is because they are not all the same. Sociopathy is a trait that varies from person to person. You could compare it to a trait like intelligence—not all intelligent people are intelligent in the same way. Some people are smart in academics, some people have mechanical skills, some people are artistically brilliant. They are all intelligent, but intelligent in different areas of life.
Sociopathy manifests differently in different people—I like to say the disorder ranges from sleazy to serial killer. Some, therefore, are violent—but many, probably even most, are not. Some sociopaths are low-level criminals; others have successful careers in business, government, medicine, the military, education, the clergy—every possible field of endeavor.
The point is, sociopaths exhibit a range of behavior, so behavior by itself is not always a reliable way of spotting the disorder.
The mask
Sociopaths often wear a mask—until they decide that they can no longer be bothered keeping up appearances. I think that’s what happened in the case of this Lovefraud reader. The sociopath she was with played the part of the committed husband—until he had enough of that game and wanted a change. Oh, he kept it going for awhile with the false reconciliation. But when he was well and truly tired of the marriage, he became the monster.
The reader didn’t say how he was using the child to hurt her, but based on what I’ve heard from other parents, I can take a few guesses. The sociopath considers the child to be his property, and he wants to own it. Or, the sociopath thinks the child will be useful to his image—he’ll be able to play the doting dad, so that he can snag another victim. Or, the sociopath simply wants to win whatever battle their custody situation has become, and win convincingly, so that our reader never has the temerity to challenge him again.
The illusion
So how does our reader reconcile the “happy marriage” with the “monster”? She has to understand that the happy marriage never existed. It was an illusion, carefully crafted by the sociopath to reel her in and get what he wanted. Once he changed his mind about what he wanted, the marriage was no longer useful to him, so he dumped it.
This is what sociopaths have in common: They are social predators. They are users. They have no heart, no conscience and no remorse. You cannot interpret them through the way you live your life. You simply have to accept the fact that they are staggeringly different from us. We feel empathy for other people. They do not.
Regardless of how it manifests, the common denominator is that these people are empty shells pretending to be human. When you look carefully inside them, you’ll see nothing.
thanks one step..just didn’t expect to feel like bursting out crying…..
Dear Wit and All,
Hachiko. Crying my eyes out! Bringing memories too.
About 15 yrs ago I was listening to NPR on the radio, when a Japanese story about a dog and railroad was on. I thought, “oh my gosh that is the story of SHEP!, but a Japanese version.” I thought “The legend of Shep is known worldwide!” .
From when I could remember as a very young little girl my mom told me the story of Shep, who went to work every day with his owner, and continued to go to the railyard even after the master died. Now, I know, this story happens “all over the world”. It is just a different place, a different time, but the same lesson. It is one of those deep building blocks of our truths. No one can take these building blocks away from us.
When I was in the 5th grade we went on a “field trip” 50 miles away from my hometown.
Ours was a roadtrip to a railroad town, where there is a giant cement statue of the collie dog, ” Shep “, sitting on top of a hill on the outskirts of this historic little town.
I had the privilage of climbing to the top of the hill on that beautiful breezy day, and petting Shep with my own hands. Touching this legend and lesson of non-judgement, and unconditional love and true companionship. Commitment And innocence.
It was this time of year. Early-Midspring. The snow mostly gone except in the higher mountains. Grass was starting to green from winter, and the hills were still dry and the ground was still brown and dry from winter, but spring plants budding through. The year was 1970. We ruled that little town for the day.
We had to climb that hill, trying to hold our little Catholic schoolgirl skirts from blowing in the wind, (I was keeping an eye on the boys, making sure they weren’t right behind us), as we made our way up that hill, to get to that infamous dog. King of the hill, taking over the highest point, of course it was all in perspective of where you were on the hill. Shep was on top.
Then, it was time to eat our sack lunches. That salami sandwich on white bread. And, looking forward to drinking a can of cola I had froze the night before the trip, and buying a souvenier agate ring.
Thank You Wit! For bringing up that wonderful memory!
Ok we aren’t getting our innocence back, but our lessons of GOOD are ingrained!
Experiences of life.
The same yet different.
Yet, SOME, may never KNOW the lesson of Hachiko/Shep.
Have a great day Everyone!
Angel
p.s.
Blueskies,
Happiness in small doses, I like that. And Everyone… Gardening and picking our house colors. Finding our passion. Taking care of our “child”, our core. Our new improved selves too.
Kim,
Cluster B cats trying to get attention…LOL! Trying to test their limits! I rarely light candles due to that cat factor. Can’t turn your back for a minute, or rather they actually they catch themselves on fire right in FRONT of me!
To Be,
I agree with One Step. You are developing and practicing firm boundaries. And from what I see you are working so hard on YOU!!. Good Job!
Thinking of your call. I can put myself in your shoes. I’m not sure why YOU reacted like that, but in my case, when I get a call, I THINK might be HIM due to what caller ID says. My heart jumps, I get an adrenaline rush, I feel scared and I feel like I am being stalked. I feel violated and intruded upon. It has a flashback effect and I think it is PtSD. I don’t even know where HE is at and it spooks me out.
Keep staying KIND sweetie, and take care of YOU and YOUR GIRLS, Tobe.
thank you, angel….
I just didn’t think I’d react that way. I did feel like…
“are you kidding me? what do you want after how cruel you were to me in the end?”
It wasnt expecting it …so it threw me off. I had this feeling like..”You ruined it and now you want to talk to me?”
It was a mixture of anger and sadness and violated…
angelforyou and 2b: i have been doing a bit of research about PTSD, and one of the things I read today in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders of the American Psychiatric Association (309.81 Posttraumatic Stress Disorder) struck me as related to my own experience of ‘contact’.
That is:
” The disorder may be especially severe or long lasting when the stressor is of human design (e.g. tortune, rape). The likelihood of developing the disorder may increase as the intensity of and physical proximity to the stressor increase.”
blueskies – i just read your first post on this thread. i am starting to use a lot of the same language and to explore some of the ideas in a similar way.
thanks for this.
ones step
Hey Miss Silver,
I KNOW you have taught GOOD lessons to those who cross your path.
I have seen you come up with creative and do-able solutions for LF members.
You are a good person. Keep spreading the word.
I can see light shining bright around you!
You GO Sister! SHINE ON!
You are doin’ some good WORK!
Your welcome Tobe.
I agree with that One Step.
It makes me tear up, heart race, sweat, and hold my breath. Just with the phone ringing or message whatever. That is close enough for me.
angel – me too.
I know One-step…Will time heal? I think it will.
Thanks