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.
Kieve, reading your post, and erins response to your story about the quiet, unassuming but still toxic and deadly sociopath, made me think of all the varius poisonos plants and animals in nature. Think of the Belladonna, or deadly Nightshade plant, its name means “beautiful lady”, it has lovely flowers and is actually related to the capsicum and potato plants, but it can kill. Or laburnum, what lovely yellow tassels of flowers, but its black seeds are deadly poison, or
Acacia, lovely pink flowers, but poison, a workman here stirred his tea with a twig of it, and was very sick.Or look at the box jelly fish, the blue ringed octopus, the funnel web spider,alldifferent, and all deadly.!!
Cutandrun,
I don’t know if I can give you as good as advice as Oxdrover or some of the other truly wise people here, but I can identify with some of your trials. I ran into a female one at work who really played with my mind and made me feel worthless, and almost destroyed my career to boot. Anyway I would not have become involved either without all of the advances on her part. It was like they forget that part. But after all I guess it was a blessing in disguise because I too have someone that loves me at home. My family is great and I almost lost them over what? Someone who probably has genital herpes or some other STD’s because she comes onto everyone. Yes she was pretty, but I was playing a game that could not have turned out any better. The chances are things would have probably been much worse if things continued. Now I pity her husband or anyone who comes near her because I know how she is. She made everything about her to be so wonderful, but the reality is it is probably full of crap with flies.
PInow – can totally identify with your second paragraph in your last post. Yep that is me too. Though I still deal a little bit with missing him, specially if my “real world” seems scary or boring or stressful.
And I’ve often been wondering WHY it seems to be taking SO LONG to get over a 15 week potentially bad/scary relationship that I had to sneak around for with a guy who probably already had two or three “replacements” lined up and never gave a crap about it.
But you hit the nail on the head – it took this time (versus the first time) to open up the “vault” and give the scared, wounded, unconfident girl on the inside recognition and a chance at healing. It’s not so much about the “S” experience, but about solving 42 years of hurt and fear. Mostly fear.
Teach – yes I can only wonder what all I’d be getting myself into if I kept up with that guy. He played Mr. Family Man to me, even tried to play the religious card – both ways, but I’m sure he is anything but.
By the religious card I mean that I was explaining my beliefs to him and he said that “he had no teaching in that regard”. But then when we were “breaking up”, he said that 18 mos. ago they were attending such and such a church – one I am familiar with in our area. How convenient for him, like that would have played on my heart strings – I called him on it and he said he was afraid to tell me cause I knew so much more about theology than he did. Bravo! Another pity play to boot! Almost worked, too.
hummingbird06… I understand exactly what you’re writing about. I’m kind of stuck in that place myself.
shabbychic, Why do you think we can’t get over them?? I KNOW he isn’t the man I perceived him to be, yet I miss him…especially the past few days.I don’t know about you, but I personally am the kind of woman, that when I fall in love with someone…I never really get over them until I fall in love with someone else. It can take years but the feeling and the longing just doesn’t go away for me. I guess that scares and depresses me…the thought that I could be broken-hearted for a long long time over someone who wasn’t even worth my love in the first place. I don’t think I will feel suicidal again, but I just don’t know and it worries me sometimes.
I bought “Snakes In Suits” today…at least the more I read and study the more negative my memories of him will become…
How long have you been NC?
Hummingbird06 (and Shabbychic also)
I just want both of you (and anyone else) to remember that “This, too, shall pass.” Someone wisely mentioned that life is made up both magic and tragic events.
My own analogy that I adopted years ago was that there can not be a mountain without a valley. (I grew up on the flat and uninteresting prairie of SD with the majestic and beautiful Black Hills a half a state away.)
Soon after this, I heard an Army General remind the audience that a valley is where the battles are fought and won. The mountain top is for rest and further battle planning.
Hang on. Bad times don’t last just as good times don’t last. They just alternate through our lives. Be of good cheer either way!
Dear Hummingbird,
This is just my thought after reading, “…when I fall in love with someone”I never really get over them until I fall in love with someone else.”
Is it possible this phenomenon is the result of past history and may not even be your truth anymore, but a bad habit of thinking that you can change?
Like I said, just my thoughts.
Lily, Yes it certainly has always been the case in my past, and I don’t know why…it’s like I have a hole in my heart that needs to be filled. Probably akin to the empty nest syndrome Mom who goes out and gets a new pet when her last child goes off to college. I even tried to replace him with a kitten which I promptly named “Rebound”…as he’s my rebound boyfriend and I love him to death. But anyhoo…I hope you’re right and that time will bring me out of this valley…and kitty will be enough unless and until God sees fit someday to bring someone true and honest into my life. One thing I am really learning about this site is how much we learn about OURSELVES as a result of our experiences with the S/P/N’s. It may someday lead to the question I often ask God as to why he would allow this to happen to me….thank-you for your post Lily…thank-you
sleep well my new friends…one day at a time right? hopefully not too many tears will hit my pillowcase tonight…and the fantasyman won’t invade my dreams as he does on occasion…I’ll pray for me, and you, and you, and you…and him…
Dear Hummingbird06 –
Fall in healthy love with yourself… love yourself, treat yourself to kindness, goodness, positive reinforcement…you’ll find the greatest love of all inside of yourself – that will fill the void you speak of in your heart. And at the same time it will enable you the opportunity to share the love of yourself with others and someone special if that person earns your trust and love the healthy – real – honest way.
My prayers are with you tonight..Many if not all of us have been where you are, some of us are still there .. and many of us are still learning and growing. Just this past year I started to learn to “love” myself in ways I thought would/could/should only come from others. It has been my greatest lesson from the most awful experience… I too often asked God why he would allow this to happen to me… when I was honest with myself I realized I had a part in allowing certain things to happen to me, and I also realized I could make a difference in what I did with what I learned about what had happened… I learned to love myself – in a healthy way – not selfishly or arrogantly – it sounds so simple – but its been the most difficult lesson of my life thus far. God bless you!