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.
put some rum in mine, please.
Hey guys! What wonderful kind people you are! Libelle, what wonderful comforting words, not only for LIG but for the rest of us too. It is so true that we MUST grieve for the “losses” we have, and though in some cases it might be “for the better” for the baby or for the person living/dying with painful cancer, the LOSS IS STILL REAL and still must be mourned.
Henry, dear sweet, Henry, you have overcome so very much and you are some how a rose who grew out of a pile of chit for a family. That happens some times! You were so fortunate not to be like your parents or your brother–for all his money and “status”–I would much rather have you for a friend than him!
I wish I could take all of you in my arms and have a big (((GROUP HUG)))))))
libelle:
i have made peace with my son. we met, we talked, he was happy, i was happy, we were so much alike, but then his adoptive parents put the brakes on it. doesn’t mean i’m happy about it, though. i mourned for 22 years, until i met him. i don’t cry for him or over him (well, a little bit on his birthday or mothers day), but i appreciate your thoughts on this.
however, when you are a childless mother, no matter how much you grieve or how much you let the past be the past, or how much you move forward, there is always that huge piece missing. he’s my son. i carried him. i wanted him. i never got to mother him. that is a cross.
henry, yes, i am building a big-ass brick house! lol …
and i know i’ll be much smarter when i decide who is allowed in … and who ain’t!
thanks again for reminding me of that important connection to the spath. this earth mother has raised her standards considerably …!
much love.
henry:
I never had kids. But, the feelings you describe for your ex — the wanting to take care of him, protect him from the world, etc (my bad paraphrasing) rang so true with me.
Looking back, I’ve come to see that my desperate need to take care of S stemmed from the fact that I was not taken care of by my N mother and S father. But, it goes beyond that.
It has been said that Ss mirror our best qualities back at us. I think in the case of a victim’s needs, the S inverts those needs so that your needs become his needs. And so there I was, already starving for care by the time I met S, and he proceeded to put me on a starvation diet with respect to care for me, and bleed me dry while I cared for him.
It’s funny — I’ve been seeing a new guy for a little while. Last night I went over to his place after a weekend out of town visiting an old friend. The new guy had made me dinner (I didn’t even expect this). And because I’ve just started on Nexium for treatment of my whopping case of GERD which I developed courtesy of S, he made sure the dinner didn’t have anything acidic, etc, unlike S, who, not that he ever would make me dinner, but if he did, you can be damned sure it would have been 5 alarm chili with a ground glass garnish. Anyhow, I was reminded once again, what a caring man the new guy is. And I thought how nice it is to have someone who cares about me.
When I saw my therapist last week he said “the opposite of love isn’t hate — it’s indifference.” And I’m coming to see the truth of that statement. The emotions I felt for S in the aftermath seem to have waned to that point — indifference. Any actions I take toward getting the S sent back to prison I view with complete detachment — nothing personal, just taking care of business.
Ditto my S father, N mother and conman brother. In the aftermath of my mother’s illness, I started to see things returning to the norm — my parents enabling my brother in order to try to shore up his extremely poor parenting of his children. I have adopted a policy that I will no longer enable their enabling and have disengaged from the madness.
That is not to say that my parents haven’t taken a run at me trying to get me to take up some of the conman’s slack. I feel sorry for my neice and nephew. But, I have realized that through disengagement has come indifference. Like the situation with S, I cannot afford to get drawn in again. I have my own life to worry about — finding a new job, paying the bills and focusing on my own new relationship. I have MYSELF to CARE about.
Oxy – You are the Rose my friend – group hug at Oxy’s house!!!! I agree with Libelle about the adoptive parents, they are jerks and prolly insecure and have jaded the young mans thinking. But I am glad you are at peace with this Lost – no greater gift could anyone give. Sorry you were forced to do this back then…That’s one lemonade with rum….next?
Hey Matt – I can blame all my issues on my N mother. Seriously. Indifference = no contact. Glad you have met a decent man. And I am glad you found lovefraud. I think it has helped you as much as it has helped me.
Matt:
If I may be so bold, I would like to cut through the chit-chat, and get right down to the nitty gritty, regarding this “Bachelor #1”.
How do you see the situation at the present time?
Is this man “Mr. Right? OR Mr. Right Now? OR Mr. Right Now (with Potential)?
P.S. You do NOT have to answer, especially if he knows about this site.
Hell Rosa the man COOKS their is potential with that~~~!!!
touche’
nothing sexier than a man who knows his way around the kitchen (and other rooms).
I could run with that comment but I wont…