Almost three years ago, Lovefraud published the story of a man from the UK whom I called Tom. Tom’s wife left him for another man, took their children, had him arrested on false charges nine times and wiped him out financially. Here is the original story:
UK man says sociopath stole his life
Now, three years later, Tom still hasn’t seen his children. His ex-wife and her new husband, who also sounds like a sociopath, have removed the children from the UK. They live in France, at a small town near the Swiss border. “My heart bleeds every minute for the loss,” he writes. “It is a living bereavement and a nightmare from which I may never awake.”
I asked Tom if he was taking care of himself. Here’s his reply:
I have taken care of myself and for the most part I am okay. Some days are worse than others. I do have my very depressed and painful days ”¦ but I close my eyes, dream of days and memories of long ago, sleep and they pass.
I have to deal with my health and look after my parents. My mother phones me and cries about her grandson all the time. She has post-traumatic difficulties and says she cannot connect with her other grandchildren because of what she feels for my son. She feels a deep loss and is constantly worried about the kids. Every open discussion starts with them [opening the scar] and ends with them.
I am holding my own and my health has deteriorated but I am stable. I hold my family in the balance on many fronts. I am keeping it together but the pain is immense at times.
I am working and seem to have bounced back somewhat to where I used to be”¦ the years have been tearful, painful and costly. I don’t think that I will every really recover.
Releasing the pain
How do you cope when there is no resolution in sight?
I asked Tom about how he is taking care of himself because that may be, for the time being, all he can do. Emotional pain weakens us and makes it difficult to continue the battle. So somehow, Tom needs to alleviate the pain, even though his circumstances have not changed.
This seems counterintuitive—how can he feel better when his children are still kept away from him? The solution is to deal with the pain directly. Pain can be processed and released, even when the source of the pain has not changed.
Pain comes from wanting things to be different. The solution is to accept what is, for the time being, reality. This does not mean giving up hope. It does not mean quitting the legal battle. But it does mean letting go of the internal upset that keeps us trapped, and makes us ill.
How do we do that? We allow ourselves to feel the pain and grief at our loss. This is best done privately, or perhaps with a skilled counselor. We allow ourselves to cry, moan with the anguish, perhaps pound pillows in our anger. We continue until we feel a release, and then we stop.
Tom will probably have to do this many times—the well of his pain and grief is deep. But each time grief is released, it makes room for healing. And from a place of healing, it is possible to find the internal resources to continue the battle.
I really believe that to be cheated, conned, lied to, over and over,and ultimately REJECTED by your own adult child is the worst pain in Gods Earth. I cant imagine a worse pain. I used to believe in justice, but what is the justice in being totally rejected for 17 years by my younger daughter, now 43, and NEVER once being allowed to see any of her 3 kids, not even as newborn babies? Is there a worse cruelty, because if there is, id like to know what it is.After that lovely smoked salmon lunch, all these years ago,in 1993, and all the lovely gifts, pefume and flowers I showered on her, two weeks later I got a letter fromher to say I was an unfit Mother and she didnt want anything more to do with me. I adored my Mum, even tho she was emotionally manipulative. Id never have put her thru such anguish. The other D has used and abused me for 30 years. I kept hoping, against hope shed change, NOPE!!
didnt happen. I used to think, if I loved her enough, gave to her enough, forgave her enough, but she just ripped me off, time after time, no conscience,no remorse,no kindness! her poor ex husband had 15 years of her, and now he has the 3 kids full time. I now know that love doesnt work with some people, they are just plain BAD, and no, I dont feel guilty that I caused it! Must have come down the genetic line from my ex alcoholic husband. he used people too, it was embarrasing. I hope and pray Illgo to heaven when I die, because Ive lived in hell for too long! gem.XX
PInow, I will confess that at my age, I start getting everyone’s stories mixed up in my head. But I don’t have to be sure I have the specifics right to answer your question.
The answer to how long do you think the pretender is good for IS: just as long as that behavior gets him exactly what he wants and not a minute more.
Justabouthealed,
Thank you for giving me reality check. I would have answered the same way if asked by another. Well, let’s hope society will benefit for a bit… And not a minute more, when he gets exactly what he wants. What a tiresome game to play… Gives me a sense of power and pleasure, believe it or not, to know that inadvertently I had contributed to this man’s positive behaviors (even though in a sick kind of way).
he does not know yet that he was already diagnosed as an Aggressive Narcissist by someone whose testimony is admissible in court. Keep on holding on to those e-mails. Multiply them, store them, hide them – you never know when you might need to show proof of his sickness.
Thanks Justabout…I suppose if I just remember that EVERY “kindness” had an ulterior motive, and every kiss was a lie…eventually I won’t even be able to picture him in my mind with anything but a totally negative connotation. I have dug deeper and yes there were unethical and illegal things going on…he just hasn’t gotten caught…yet.
I think what I miss most is the physical affection…the company…the best friend that I talked to every day about everything. It’s hard to be divorced and in your mid 50’s…kids grown and away…you think you have finally met someone and they practically destroy you. I don’t know if I could ever trust another man again, but it might be nice if Donna would expand LF into a dating site haha….Lovefraud and Beyond…after all we already know we’re all the same type of personalities! OK now I’m not going to cry myself to sleep…I’ve had a bit of a laugh…
I come from a devastated family — devastated by a member of the family that is a sociopath. She divorced her first husband and abandoned her children. She managed to commit felonies and went through two more marriages, and managed to always convincingly play the victim, although she was the victimizer. Lastly she fought my brother and I when we were trying to protect our demented Mother, and now she has managed to become the victim again and has turned large sectors of my extended family and my brother and I. The pain doesn’t end, even though I have excommunicated my sister. I sometimes feel great sadness that my immediate family didn’t recognize my sisters sociopathic deceptions earlier.
Maybe we wouldn’t have be in such a mess if we had recognized her sociopathic manipulations. I am sorry for writing about myself. Sorry about Tom and his story. He lost his family. I almost lost my demented Mother in addition to family members that have been estranged because of my sister.
Obenauer:
It’s cathartic to write and read what you have written about your own life…..it offers you insight on your own situation.
We invite you to share as much or as little as you feel comfortable……IT”S A GOOD THING!
Reading your post, It sounded like my ex’s family……He could be your ‘sister’……
They wreak havoc throughout…….
I stepped out of his families lives…..they go back and forth, because they are of the mindset……’we are brothers, we are blood’……Fine….he’s screwed them all, they are aware and have been for all of his life…..SO if they think it won’t happen again…….HA! Oh yeah……. it will…..
Always the victim…..poor poor sociopath!
Stand tall and educate……
You can only control yourself.
Best.
XXOO
Hummingbird…I can relate. Everything that happened, it was like it didn’t have meaning until I told him about it.
That is what losing ourselves is about. a little any love is like that, but I was well beyond that!
Obenauer,
Welcome, you have come to the right place. Many of us have had psychopaths in our families, and/or psychopaths in our beds, but all have had psychopaths in our hearts and then had those hearts torn assunder.
I too come from a psychopathic family, with at least a few Ps in each generation for many generations backwards, on both sides of my family. Currently only one psychopath is in our gene pool and he is in prison but that doesn’t stop him duping my egg donor into being his proxy persecutor and trying to kill all of us by sending his convict friends to us.
I share with you the pain of fighting family, and of being smeared to the community and other family members. Your sister is what she is and I am glad you have “excommunicated”—we call that No Contact or NC here—but I like your word better! Thanks, May I adopt it? LOL
Glad you are here, this site has been so comforting to me, validated my assessments and pain, and been uplifting when I was down. Again, WELCOME and God bless.
Justabout, I hope to someday see your name changed to HEALED! But, we all know that can take a long long time, and I thank God that I have found people like you and OXY(love her posts) and all the others on LF to help me get through this.
On a couple of occasions my S wrote me checks to repay me for picking up some items for his new house. Of course I never told him how much it really cost and always took less than what I had spent, but when he wrote out the checks I thought it odd that he made them out to “cash” instead of my name until it occurred to me…after dating for almost 2 years (with a break of a few months) he DIDN’T KNOW MY LAST NAME! That was one of those puzzle pieces that I posted about earlier that fit afterwards. When we met on a dating site, I clearly told him my FULL name etc. not realizing, he of course, could hardly keep track with all the women he was contacting and dating at the time. I remember him perking up when his sister asked me in his presence once (after the ck incident) “what IS your last name —–?” He had this dumbfounded look on his face and I wish now that I had let HIM answer that question! But I kept right on loving him til spiritual and emotional death did us part..