By Joyce Alexander RNP (Retired)
We must never forget that we may also find meaning in life even when confronted with a hopeless situation, when facing a fate that cannot be changed. For what then matters is to bear witness to the uniquely human potential at its best, which is to transform a personal tragedy into a triumph, to turn one’s predicament into a human achievement. When we are no longer able to change a situation just think of an incurable disease such as inoperable cancer we are challenged to change ourselves.
Dr. Viktor Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning
I spent so much of my life trying to change others that it almost became a way of life for me. I was never very successful at changing others, but I never gave up trying. I have tenacity in great abundance and have succeeded in many endeavors, so I just knew if I kept on trying harder, trying different techniques, loved more, was more selfless and caring, that I could change the way others treated me. I could make them see just how much I loved them and was willing to sacrifice myself for them and they would treat me better because of that.
What I have come to understand, though, as I have started to heal from the wounds I allowed to be inflicted on me by those personality-disordered people in my life—people I loved very much, people I would have died for—is that the only person I can change is myself.
I had left my home, because my physical safety was no longer secure there, and was living in a recreational vehicle parked on some land by a lake that was owned by a friend. I felt very alone, lonely, wounded and destitute of all that mattered to me. During that time I had plenty of time for reflection, and it was also during that time that I found Lovefraud. I sat at my computer reading and weeping for 16 or more hours a day, and realized I was not alone in my pain, not alone in my woundedness, and that I wasn’t the only one in the world who was a smart, successful person who had come upon a situation I could not fix.
Man’s Search for Meaning
By chance I found Dr. Frankl’s book, Man’s Search for Meaning, which he had written after his years in a Nazi concentration camp, during which time he lost everything and everyone in this world which had meaning to him, except his very life. The book was not only about the horrors that he experienced and saw, but about his and other’s emotional responses to this horror. He realized that there was nothing he could do about his situation, but find meaning in the most awful of events. He saw that some people in the camps just gave up and sat down and died, and that others became cruel and bitter, and still others found meaning and altruism in helping their fellow prisoners.
Compared to what Dr. Frankl had lost, I had actually lost very little, as I had enough to eat, no one was beating me, etc., and I began to feel guilty for being in so much pain, but then I read his explanation of how pain “works” in us. He explained that pain acts like a “gas.” If you put a small bit of a gas into an empty container, the gas expands to fill the container completely, or if you put in a large amount of gas into a small container it compresses and still fills the container completely. So my pain was just as “total” as his was, it filled me entirely. I had no reason to feel guilty for being in such emotional pain. Like Dr. Frankl, though, I had no way to change the people who were hurting me. I had no control over what they did. No matter how nice Dr. Frankl would have been to his captors, they would still not have loved him or been compassionate to him or caring.
Out of my control
I realized that the situation with others is, and always has been, out of my control. My ideas that if I just treated others well, did loving things to and for them, that they would love me back were totally false. Not only did I not have the power to control others’ behavior or thinking, my own idea that I could do so was keeping me from taking care of myself.
Fortunately, unlike Dr. Frankl, I had the option of getting away from those who would have harmed me. I could run away. It was only when my very life was threatened that I finally did run away, literally in the middle of the night. Sometimes it takes a hard “wake up call” to get us to see that we cannot change others, that we do not have the power to make someone love us, no matter how well we treat them, or what we give them, or what we do for them.
As a mother, I thought that if I were good to my children, and taught them “right from wrong,” that they would respect me and adhere to these principles of doing good. In effect, they would develop a “moral compass” and have empathy and compassion. The truth is, though, that everyone has a choice about how they think, what they feel and what they choose to do. Other than brute force, none of us can “control” another person’s behavior, and no one can control another’s thinking except by “trauma bonding” or “brainwashing.” So instead of controlling, I ended up being controlled, being manipulated, and used by the people I loved.
Starting to heal
About the time I read Dr. Frankl’s book, and started reading Lovefraud, I also started to heal. I started to realize that as painful as it was to realize that those I loved, truly loved, and wanted to love me, did not love me, which was proven by the way they treated me. I started to redefine even the word “love” as an action verb, not a noun. I started to see that I could not control anyone else’s thinking or behavior, but that I deserved to be treated as well as I treated others.
Knowledge truly is power! Knowing that we cannot change them, accepting that we cannot change them, and then changing our responses to their behavior is our salvation. Starting with “No Contact,” which gets us out of their emotional influence long enough that we can start to think rationally and logically rather than emotionally, we begin to heal. We start to change our own thinking and our own behaviors. We learn to set boundaries for what we will tolerate and allow, not only with the psychopaths and how they treat us, but for how we treat ourselves. We realize that we deserve to be treated with kindness and respect. We deserve to have compassion for ourselves, rather than waste it on those who will not change. We can’t change the world, we can’t change others, but we can and must change ourselves.
Oxy ~ hubby and I like to come up with things we “should” do at times like this. I suggested we go to Thanksgiving gathering, smile at boyfriend’s family then hand them copies of her profiles on numerous dating web sites, especially the ones where she is a lesbian, or the one where she is an attorney, or a song writer ——— you name it.
If only life were that easy
Milo, We posted over each other, and I think you did a GREAT JOB of talking to her, Sky’s cliches are GREAT aren’t they! Works like a charm.
I think we should compile a dictionary of “HOW TO SAY NOTHING IN 10,000 WORDS OR MORE” OF CLICHES.
Let’s see if we can come up with some more.
Here’s Sky’s to start:
“it is what it is”,
“it’s water under the bridge”,
“you can’t go back in time.” ,
“No use crying over spilt milk”.
“It’s all good.”
How about?
“I’ll have to think on that a while”
“I’m sure your intentions are good”
“I’m sure we can work something out at another time”
“Sorry I’m going to have to hang up now, there’s someone at the door”
” I can hear your concern”
“I can tell you must be upset by this”
“We don’t know what tomorrow brings”
“Hummm”
“we’ll just have to see what happens”
“Oh, well…”
“Yes, I’m sure you want that very badly”
“I know that must be a disappointment to you”
“sometimes things just don’t work out the way we’d like”
Now you guys get busy and come up with some more LOVE FRAUD PHRASES!!!! LOL
here’s one that my spath learned from his spath father:
“six on the one hand, half dozen on the other”
just a fancy way of saying, “it doesn’t matter either way”.
Milo,
does her bf KNOW that she has all these dating site profiles?
Dear MiLo,
Yea, I know what you mean, it would be “nice” to be able to do that wouldn’t it.
I have sort of done some of that lately, actually.
When people from the community used to ask me “Oh, how is your mother” I would answer a sort of “half lie” with “Oh, she was fine the last time I saw her” (not mentioning it had been 3 years since I saw her.)
And when people would ask how many kids I had and where they lived, I would say “Oh, my youngest son lives in Texas and he WORKS FOR THE STATE” (all of the Texas prisoners have to have a JOB in prison so that was technically TRUE) LOL
Now, I tell them the TRUTH, the WHOLE truth. Last night some neighbors that are fairly new in the area came by to visit, and asked me about my mother, and I told them the truth. A SHORT VERSION but the TRUTH.
These same people had asked about my kids a few days ago and I told them I had one son who lived in X town (near here) and one who was a prisoner in Texas for murder. Actually this woman had ridden up to the local auction with me that evening, and in fact, my X DIL (the one who tried to kill my oldest son C) was at the auction and I had pointed out the X DIL as she LEFT THE AUCTION UNDER MY WITHERING GAZE….so I am no longer HIDING the “family shame” it is NOT MY SHAME…it should be theirs but they have NO SHAME.
So I am holding my head up high, and telling the truth when people ask me a question. (short version, not a lot of details) I think really that I have FINALLY LET GO OF THE SHAME I FELT about my son and my egg donor’s behavior. To be able to admit the truth. Also, just like the catholic church tried to minimize and hide the conduct of their priests with the children, the little country church is hiding the fact that a FORMER MINISTER there was arrested as a pedophile and child pornographer….I am NOT hiding that fact. In fact, I’m doing all I can to make public that this man is a SEXUAL OFFENDER in the area…and hopefully get him some PRISON TIME instead of just a probationary sentence.
The thing is that sweeping cat shiat under a rug doesn’t stop the stink, it is ONLY WHEN YOU CLEAN THE HOUSE that the smell is gone!
Sky ~ they have been together for 8 years, have a 2 year old child together, but I have never been able to figure the relationship out. He served 2 years for selling drugs (big time dealer) and we think he still sells. We feel that she has all kinds of evidence on him that could put him away again and that is why he stays with her. I don’t know if he knows about the sites, but I don’t get the impression that he would care.
He has always been very good to Grand. He came to me and told me of abuse by P/daughter just to save Grand. For that I will be forever grateful to this man.
Good for you Oxy, you have absolutely nothing to hide or feel ashamed of. If it quacks like a duck, call it a duck.
Running into your x-dil must be a real trip for you. I think I might throw rocks instead of just stares.
I am pretty darn open about the facts in my life too. That is one of the things P brought up yesterday, the fact that I tell everyone she is “crazy”. I am careful never to mention the terms P – S – N to her or anyone that will get back to her because I don’t want her looking it up and coming upon this site or aftermath.
Venting again, but I forgot to mention about last year’s Thanksgiving festivities, we were invited, got out of it because “visitation” was just beginning. She got drunk, pottery was thrown, punches were thrown, she tried to leave with baby, he stopped her with force, police were called, arrests were made, they both spent night in jail. My idea of something to be thankful for, pass the turkey.
Hi Oxy, I haven’t been here for a while, but really felt the need to read here today. I haven’t been in a relationship or on a date since my ex boyfriend hung up on me last Christmas Eve and called me “a bitch from Hell”. Why? He had started drinking again. He was supposed to be recovering. I had never seen him drink, but detected it on the phone sometimes, BUT enough about him. He was the spath that brought me to this site.
After my separation of a 25 year marriage I started dating. I dated guys who were either passive aggressive (like my exH) or married (didn’t tell me at first) or had various issues. It was not about them, though, it was about me. I believe I had such rejection issues that I set myself up for rejection. The thing I cannot stand is to be hung up on. My mother does this sometimes as well. I just quit dating, got off of all dating sites, and have been happily single for over a year now. On my FB page I list single, but do not list that I am looking. I found myself recently getting interested in the idea of companionship with the opposite sex and was proud of myself for being attracted to a higher caliber type person – that would be one who didn’t just out of rehab. I just had the weirdest experience with a guy who hung on on me last night- not on the phone but oh messenger. I had suggested TWICE that we talk on the phone. He had an excuse. Since he is a truck driver, he suggested that we meet maybe next time he is in town. (We had mostly just been exchanging flirty songs from YouTube messages, and just talking on the board). I said ‘Maybe” but I was a little hurt that you didn’t want to talk to me on the phone. He explained why…..an explanation that involved his schedule….so I got over being mad and said. ok I forgive you, LOL. The next thing he said was Good Night, True-to-self. I was about ready to say…hey wait a minute, you said you had some time, but I just said Good Night and signed off. It felt like I was being hung up on. Does anyone else see things red flags? He then starts posting little hints about “What a fool he was”. I am not going to chase him, but is it him or is it me? Before I started responding to his flirting, I think he had mentioned times having given up drinking. I was thinking – no alcoholics…..but I succumbed to a Neil Diamond song. I wouldn’t actually meet him until I did get better acquainted with him. Why doesn’t he want to talk on the phone? He uses a droid to do FB when he is on the road? AND….this is about me not him. I feel unbalanced when he ended the conversion so abruptly. What is wrong with this picture or am I making more into it than there is.?
Let me explain a little more. After he abruptly ended the conversation on FB messenger, he stayed on FB and posted the line from the song “listen to the rhythm of the falling rain, telling me just what a fool I’ve been”. A couple more posts he made on his page, but not mine seemed like he was trying to bait me.
The problem I have with the whole thing is it all seemed so familiar, like thinking “What did I do wrong?” I need to appease his feelings? He just isn’t that into me or why the heck is he playing games? The reason it bothers me is I felt like we were fighting before we have ever even met. I know this has to be my problem. Help.
True-to-Self,
It seems to me that you are picking up the correct vibes. This guy is not interested in you as much as he is interested in playing you. He is at the testing phase right now: How much BS is this lady gonna put up with. So far so good, you are letting him call all the shots.
I’m very concerned about you in that you are allowing this.
As a person with no boundaries, I can tell you that it’s very hard to FEEL offended when you don’t naturally have boundaries, BUT you can still BE offended if you set rules about how people can treat you. Work on BEING offended until you can actually FEEL offended.
A person who really likes you would want to meet you, talk on the phone and would respect you enough to let you have the last word/text. This guy is controlling. Dump him. Fast.
True-to-Self:
I bet he’s married.