Editor’s Note: The following was posted as a comment by the Lovefraud reader, NewLife43. I thought everyone should see it.
I had a small epiphany today while driving back from the grocery store. What, exactly, did the spath give me that I find so difficult to let go? I have been married twice before and when those marriages were over, I was sad and wished that they hadn’t ended the way that they had. But neither one of them was like this 8 year relationship! I was still the same person, what was so different this time? Why couldn’t I release it and move on with my life?
Neither one of my ex-husbands were like the spath. In fact, NO ONE had ever made me feel like he did. And by that I mean, no one had ever made me as physically sick, scared, confused, bewildered, ashamed, lost, financially devastated”¦well, you get the picture. Most of us on here have been decimated, humiliated and degraded by this sub-human species. What is wrong with us that we cannot LET THEM GO? We shouldn’t just be glad to kiss them good-bye, we should be kicking them goodbye! And instead, many of us would take them back in a heartbeat.
Why? Because they gave us something we so deeply needed, that the world ended the same time that the relationship did. I don’t know what everyone else received from their spath, but I do know what I got from mine. He made me feel loved and accepted in a way I had never been before. He made me feel beautiful on my worst days. He shrugged off my bad moods and laughed me out of them. He ignored any insults I hurled his way and didn’t hold them against me. I could be my most terrible self and he still called me “His Queen”. Since he couldn’t possibly make a mistake in his choice of romantic partner (in his mind, anyway) I was the perfect woman for him. In a way, he did create the world we lived in and so much of it was wonderful, fun, interesting and never, never boring. But. The price I paid was tremendous and I will have to pay it for a while yet. I know that this relationship, this world of his, wasn’t ever real, but you know, it sure felt real. More real than anything I had ever experienced in my life. Those are pretty special feelings and he doesn’t them own, unless I let him.
My spath must have said “I don’t care” at least a thousand times over the course of our time together. And he meant it. What would bother a normal person, he was able to simply shrug off. It was a lesson to me to lighten up my very serious view of the world. Sometimes, things really don’t matter. (Another of his sayings). When I would get upset because something had broken and I would now have to spend the money to replace it, he said, “Things break, they wear out. Why are you getting so upset?” So I would stop and reevaluate what was important. I appreciated that viewpoint and still remember to tell myself that when yet again, something breaks.
I loved his sense of fun, it was so child-like. And although his version of fun would wear thin sometimes when it was inappropriate conduct, I tolerated it because I was thrilled by it. He really lived like somebody left the gate open! I couldn’t have been less like him if I had tried and his way of approaching life helped swing me more to the middle of the road than constantly riding the bumpy shoulder. How sad, for him, for us, that he had no idea when to stop pushing the envelope. Not realizing that what he was doing was hurting so many people. And it caused so much legal trouble in his life. How I wish that he could have kept that sense of joie de vivre without spinning out of control. Sigh! And one day, he didn’t care and I didn’t matter. My heart was broken.
I loved him very much. I still do. But the point is, I have the capacity to love someone and he doesn’t. He never will. Good for me! That means even if I don’t quite know how yet, I will be able to move on. It’s so very, very hard.
So what did he give me? He gave me complete acceptance and what I believed was love, in a way no one had before. And I had an opportunity to explode with genuine love for another person. He made me feel beautiful, no matter what and I am grateful for that.
And even if it was all an illusion, who here wouldn’t go back just for a day when we were first being love-bombed by our spath? Unfortunately, we can’t go back. The good news is, we can find a way to give deep love and acceptance to ourselves! This IS good news!
The spath uncovered our deepest needs and showed us how we can feel about ourselves, through their eyes. Who says we can’t feel that way again? Now this is my goal which I will reach for every single day for the rest of my life. And I have him to thank for that. I didn’t know before I met him that I could be wholly acceptable in someone’s eyes. Only now it’s my eyes. I can love-bomb myself.
If you are old enough, you may remember the poem, “Desiderata”. The best line was: “For all its pain, drudgery and broken dreams, it’s still a beautiful world. Strive to be happy”. Because if I give happiness to myself, then no one can ever take it away from me again. And it can’t be that hard to help myself feel that way again. If the spath can do it, then ANYONE can! What I finally understood is that it’s not him I miss or want back (he comes packaged with too much pain), it’s those amazing feelings. You know they’re already in you. He (or she) doesn’t have a copyright on them. Go get them, everyone!
thanks Darwinsm,
so nice of you to reply. your analogy is intersting just like sky and Oxy.
what does it mean “while waving an imaginary dust from her shoulder’ and what does “slowl” mean.
sorry cannot access Thesarus in my hotel.
I am so thankful that I did not get trapped with the hot cold seesaw. a small part of me did want to give him a hug last night when he dropped me to my room. I remained firm.
thanks
petite
darwinsm,
he is not sending me any texts, I think this message is for someone else. on the LF site, correct.
petite
thanks Kim,
I was wondering why he became so cold today after all the lovely words yesterday, as you said it is the seduction betrayal cycle.
thanks for the explanation.
petite
Oh and BTW, I was the wife in the room at the awards ceremony, and he left me in the ball-room to spend the night with the ow….we danced to “Can I Have this Dance for the Rest of My Life, and shared a martini…the first of which he ever drank was on our wedding night. Later, the singer of the band, announced that a young woman in the hallway had requested, “Save the last Dance for me” for Fred……my husband’s nick name.
I didn’t put two and two together, at the time, because I was blinded by the image I had of him, and still believed he was a good guy. Later, the co-dis set in, the craziness, and finally, reality.
In the mean-time, his ego was basking in narcisstic supply. My God, what bliss, for him.
Of course, he broke both our hearts, and probably several others along the way.
I read somewhere that narcissists envy is such that they want to take from you that which is yours, but, failing that, they will taint it in some way, so that even if you keep it, you won’t be able to enjoy it.
In the end, my narcissist, made sure I knew he cheated, by exposing scratch marks down his back, hickey’s on his neck, panties in our bed….oh, I could go on and on. The fact that I felt trapped, unable to leave, is the final reduction. When this happens, he has stripped you of any sence of power over your own life and left you feeling like your the dirt beneith his feet, and you accept it. You hate yourself for accepting it. What an absolute victory for spath.
you mean he sent you to the room after the dance and then danced with another lady. did you not ask him where he was going – leaving you alone.
petite
He left the ballroom with a couple of collegues, but didn’t come back. I went to our room about an hour later, and he knocked on the door at 5 am.
He introduced me to a girl before the dance. I asked who she was, and he gave an evasive answer, that she worked at the Hotel….WTF? We were 3.5 hours from home…how did he know her?
When we checked in, he asked if “Robinson” had checked in yet.” The clerk asked for a first name or initial. He gave an initial, saying, “L”.
Then, when talking about L. Robinson, to his collegue, instead of saying, “he” or “she”, he said, “they”. I recognized this as an avoidance of declaring gender…nuetralizing, and I immediatly filed that, along with everything else for future reference.
A month later, he said the name Lori in his sleep, and another time I walked into his office and found my picture off his desk and in a drawer, and her’s wighout a frame in the middle of his desk. I asked her name and he said, Lori. I asked her last name and he said Robinson.
Later, when all this came out, he told me I had a mind like a steel trap. Oh yeah.
thanks Kim.
I don’t know what B is upto, all that I know is that I am scared and will be tormented if I see him with the woman in the hotel.
tonight and tomorrow and Thurs am, I check out.
I just hope I do not see im with her.
petite
Petite, you are iin a PANIC and you are wondering “what is he thinking?” What if this happens? What if THAT happens? What do I do?
YOU ARE ALLOWING HIM TO PUT YOUR HEAD/EMOTIONS INTO THE “SPIN CYCLE” AND YOUR BRAINS ARE TUMBLING AROUND LIKE CLOTHES IN A DRYER SPIN CYCLE OR A WASHING MACHINE SPINNING OUT THE WATER.
STOP!!! STOP right this second! Take a deep breath. Take another deep breath. If you are where you can, lie down on the bed and force yourself to concentrate and think about your breathing. Read Olga’s article, it is PERFECT for your situation right now. YOU CAN think about something besides him.
Not only ACT like that queen, THINK like the queen.
I told you (and I’m not just telling you “I told you so”) when you first started e mailing with him that he was a love bomber, and it turned out to be true. I could see that because I was not wishing that this handsome, smart, accomplished man would find me attractive and you WERE wishing he would find you attractive and you could “live happily ever after” with a man of your own caliber of brains and accomplishment….but he is just a PSYCHOPATH WITH GOOD MANNERS and a skill that is bringing him international fame just as your skill has brought you international notice and fame. That is why YOU are on the podium at this conference, not me or someone else who does not have that special skill and knowledge.
Petite, I keep telling you,, you ARE A QUEEN, you deserve a KING not some psychopath with “good manners” on the SURFACE. He is a faker and a CHEAT and a LOW LIFE who farks women at conferences and other places while his ex-wife was at home raising his kids…and brings her home an STD. HOW LOW LIFE IS THAT? It doesn’t matter if he is an international success on the surface, underneath he is JUST TRASH. T*R*A*S*H!!!!
I’m sorry that you didn’t see that back “when” but you didn’t, just as I was fooled (for a while) by my X BF you were fooled by B, and now you know….you know HE IS TRASH….and sure, you WISH he was not TRASH but he is.
It is difficult taht you cannot NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN, but unless you quit going to these conferences you will probably see him as long as you go to these things, but at the same time, you NEED to go to these conferences, so it is just one of the HURDLES YOU MUST ENDURE PROFESSIONALLY.
So buck up my friend, and put your EMOTIONAL CROWN ON YOUR PRETTY HEAD AND HOLD IT UP HIGH! and quit giving a flip about what he thinks! Or who he is farking.
My son D went to one of the regional living history events last spring with some other friends and he ran into my X BF and his new wife. He brought back some photos of him, and he looks poorly, in ill health and I was able to see him for just what he was, and I FEELL SORRY FOR THAT WIFE HE MARRIED because I know he treats her just like B treated his ex wife, and like my BF treated his ex wife…they always treat the woman in their lives like shiat! So I actually feel sorry for her and I do not CARE what he is thinking. I’m glad though that I wasn’t there, but if I had been, I think I could (I hope I could) have put my CROWN on my head and my nose in the air and walked on by him.
This past weekend I was at a local living history event and the ex president of our group was there, a man I believe is a psychopathic wife beater. I had confronted him in the past about his bad behavior toward me and others, and he does not like me, but we were at this fairly intimate little group and I just pretended I didn’t see him if he walked by where my Wheel chair wass sitting. I heard him speak “Hi Joyce” once but I pretended I didn’t hear him and when he would go by after that we both pretended we didn’t see each other. I don’t know if anyone else notice (most people there know how I feel about this man though) but so what? I don’t care what this man thinks of me and I am not going to NOT go to events because of anyone else there that I don’t want to see. Of course I was never in love with this man, but still….I’m gonna live my life and go where I want to be without letting a psychopath’s presence be what runs my life.
HEAD UP, YOUR MAJESTY! (((HUGS)))
dear oxy,
thanks, yes, I am in a panic. will lie down for a while and then focus on my talk. you have always given me the correct advice.
I keep thinking this and that and I am feeling sick.
will rest now.
thanks
petite
dear oxy,
please check your email again
petite