By Sarah Strudwick
It’s just coming up for three years now since I wrote Dark Souls, in the hope it would help other women who have been though the same as me. In January 2010 I kicked out my psychopathic ex after uncovering a string of lies which included working for a job that never existed, feigning cancer, multiple sexploits on the internet, and advertising his services as a sperm donor. The list goes on.
Over the last three years I have worked tirelessly to get myself out of debt, educate others and, more important, heal from the abuse. Yet up until a couple of months ago, this person continued to stalk me. I’ve had to change my phone number three times as a result, and I lost a fair amount of business along the way. Whilst I now deal with it in a matter-of-fact way, I always assumed he was stalking because he hadn’t found any new narcissistic supply to keep him busy.
A couple of months ago an ex acupuncture client saw me a in the supermarket and asked why she couldn’t get hold of me for an appointment. I explained I had changed my number and directed her to my website.
Distraught text message
In my optimism, since things have been reasonably good for a few months now, I decided to put the number on my site again, Then voilà —a last week I was amazed to receive a very distraught text message from my ex’s current victim, asking me if I know him and when was the last time I slept with him. My first reaction, since my ex has gone under a number of different guises pretending to be other people in order to keep contact with me, was, “Is it genuinely her or him?” I decided to go on Google and look up the number, which took me to a website he owns.
I was tempted to respond with a comment like, “I’d be more concerned not about ‘when’ was the last time I slept with him, but how many other people he has been seeing during the time they have been together?” After all this is a man who sleeps with “anything,” whether it be women, men or transvestites. But I suggested he or she could call me if they wanted further information. I received a text back saying, “He’s with me now; I can’t talk.” The following day, the number was disconnected.
It goes without saying I was somewhat intrigued as to why she may have contacted me after so long. Although I had evidence about his “sexploits,” there had never been any substantial evidence he was in a “proper” relationship with anyone else apart from me. I was also intrigued that no sooner had I put my website number back up, she called me. I wondered whether he had tracked me down via the internet and used a bit of “torture by triangulation” in order to see what a reaction he would get from either of us.
With that in mind, curiosity killed the cat and I called the number.
The new target
I was shocked to discover that not only was this new target young enough to be his own daughter, but he has had two children with her, in the time we have been apart (one of whom whilst he was with me).
If there was ever a reason not to play “detective,” this had to be one of them. Also, knowing how keen he was to plant his sperm in any women that would be willing to take it, I felt sick seeing the smug look on his face as he smirked holding his new babies. I decided to give myself a big, big slap round the face for even bothering to look. It just goes to show how words and promises mean nothing to them. We should never play detective, no matter how much we have been triggered.
The last time my own family saw him, he had taken my teenage kids out to see “Twilight.” He was telling them how much he loved their mum (i.e. me), and was really looking forwards to sorting himself out and starting a new family with us, since he had left his “horrible” wife. However, I realise now that at that time his new target would have been well and truly pregnant. This probably explains why he wasn’t around at Christmas to support me whilst I recovered in hospital from an internal bleed from an operation. My own daughter had to cook the family Xmas dinner. When he finally did turn up, it comes as no surprise that I kicked him out a few days later in the New Year.
The Disposable Family
I believe psychopaths view their families are utterly disposable. This is a man who had two beautiful, lovely children from his first wife. They are under 10 and still need a father. I assumed he would continue seeing them whether we had had a family or not. However, with the ability to re-invent themselves at the drop of a hat, it comes as no surprise that he has a brand new family. It also doesn’t take rocket science to figure out that it’s only a matter of time before he messes up again. Even worse, and to add insult to injury to his poor first wife, he’s called one of his new children the same name as his son from his previous marriage!
This new woman would not have been able to get my number unless he had searched for it. As I said earlier, I took all phone numbers off my web sites for months. My guess is he’s either already on his way out, and wanted to shift the blame by putting both his current target and myself in a position when if his new partner were to leave him, he could then blame me for “spilling the beans”.
What’s even more interesting was that he would give his poor new, soon to be wife my number. Perhaps it was in order to triangulate and get her all upset. It’s the same as he did to me when he tried to push me to the point where I would tell his own “bitchy” wife that he was having an affair.
Either way, I doubt this woman will contact me again. He’s probably told her the same old sob story about his ex girlfriend being a bitch. He told me his wife was the problem.
Not my responsibility
Despite feeling sorry for his new target, it’s not my responsibility to take on her problems. This man has messed up again. Until he takes responsibility for his own actions, and grows a conscience, it’s only matter of time before he re-invents himself and starts another family all over again.
On a positive note, in January 2013 I celebrate three years being psychopath free. Whilst it’s hurtful to find out that he’s got a new family, I thank my lucky stars daily that I don’t have the legacy of having a family to raise from him to remind me of him.
If I would give anyone any advice after this recent discovery, is that it’s only a matter of time until your ex, or one of their many victims, will turn up again like a bad penny. Whether it’s three months, three years, or 30 years, it’s just one of the many ways in which they try their hardest to remind people (no matter how much you have moved on with your life) they will continue to do their best to remind you they are still there lurking in the background. It may be giving your phone number to new partners, or for whatever reason or making you feel responsible for their new victims. Either way don’t bite, don’t engage and most of all, however hard it is, don’t play detective ever again.
LOUISE: XXOO
“Like I remember skylar saying to me once that perhaps the reason I couldn’t forget is because I still had something to learn.”
Louise:
Skylar is rarely wrong. I have maintained for some time that the reason I cannot forget is that there are still things I felt I needed to learn. There is also the bizarre nature of the whole relationship, my knowing of him from internet 6 months before I met him in person and then only by coincidence, but mainly how HIV was central to the whole story, my being honest, his being dishonest — include our first big date on World AIDS Day.
Per comments above, I also agree that when confronted with truth, the initial investigations are important; however, at some point they do become counter-productive. My only advice here is to understand that rumination is a sign of clinical depression and treating the depression causes the rumination to subside.
“But, for me to search the internet and google for profiles, etc., is only harmful to me, personally, because my motivation might be to see some shred of remorse or conscience expressed, somewhere. Well, he doesn’t possess a conscience and, therefore, is incapable of experiencing remorse. So, why do I need to have this driven in further like a 16-penny nail into my skull? I don’t. He’s bad. I’m out. That’s it.”
Truthspeak;
Yup. Once we know “enough”, whatever that is, further investigation is painful and interferes with recovery. Yes, I found out more bad about the x-spath which further confirmed he is a liar. At the same time, I came across photos showing him having a good time, including some from one friend who clearly has a unrequited relationshit with my x-spath.
There is nothing we can do. Spaths are the master of the sanity mask. If I emailed the friend and told him all I know about the x-spath, the warning would not do any good, even if I provided the trail of online and other evidence.
More important, I would look like the crazy one. Time and time again, I have read here that confrontations with sociopaths inevitable lead to the victim being perceived by many as crazy.
Per the above, I just remembered a great observation, I forget the source:
“Crazy people make sane people crazy.”
That is their thought and/or intention, anyways.
Once you grab a hold of that little reality, suddenly,
things start falling into place.
“IT” ALMOST drove me insane and straight to the other side.
HOWEVER: I am stronger than “IT”. Inside and out.
I wash my hands of this ugliness in my life…
NOW, all I gotta do is make it stop stalking me.
INSIDE MY HEAD and IN MY LIFE.
I think there may be an app for that; lol…
Maybe I will invent one. lol
Dupey
BBE,
That’s funny, “Skylar is rarely wrong.” Well then how the heck did I end up with a spath who was poisoning me for over 25 frickin’ years??!! 😯
Yes, the reason I keep ruminating and studying the spaths for over 3 years now is because I feel there is more that I need to learn. That mistake I made for 25 years, has shaken me to the core. I need to understand what the heck happened.
In medicine and in business, they call it a post mortem. And just when I think I get it, I learn something new; a new perspective, a new angle or a new piece of information.
For example, we know that people who get involved with a spath, either romantically or in their family of origin, will usually repeat the same mistake over and over with other spaths because they haven’t “learned what they needed to know.” But isn’t this the same thing as ruminating about the first spath? The only difference is that we act it out instead of talking it out.
I also believe that spaths are doing exactly this, they are acting out their own trauma because they have never talked it out, instead they have denied their shame. This places them in the vicious cycle of re-living their shameful behavior and attempting to make someone else feel it for them.
I’m not sure, but it seems to me that we will be ruminating until every last bit of slime we were contaminated with (since we were born) gets held up to the light.
Skylar;
You did not know. We did not know. Now, we know. We cannot change the past but we change the future, both ours and that of others. Donna is a good role model in not only providing advice to other but using her experiences with a sociopath to help recoup the financial lost suffered at the hand of a sociopath.
“they are acting out their own trauma because they have never talked it out, instead they have denied their shame.”
I cannot agree with you more and this comment is a remarkably accurate assessment of my x-spath. There is shame in him that he refuses to talk about. Some is regarding his father — that I knew a bit about, although not the details. There is other shame too — I strongly believe my x-spath was not only sexually abused as a child but may have done similar later as a late teen-ager or young adult.
“This places them in the vicious cycle of re-living their shameful behavior and attempting to make someone else feel it for them.”
Going with the very strong assumption that one of my x-spath’s “shames” is being HIV+, what could be more manipulative than dumping me when doctors thought (incorrectly) that I was HIV+?
I had no shame because if it was true, it would have be from an unfortunate accident. I told him (as well as others) because I not only felt no shame but trusted these people, including him. His dumping me at that moment did made me not only think I deserved such; it reinforced the mask of “british reservedness” and “respect” that he was using to manipulate me…
(((BBE))) I completely understood your last post and I am
sorry that there are such horrid and ugly creatures among us.
I have been through what you have in a lot of ways
and it isn’t OUR SHAME we need to be feeling or claiming…
Certainly we have done NOTHING wrong but care for
someone that has completely devoured us.
IT IS THEIR SHAME TO BARE NOT OURS.
THEY WERE THE GAME PLAYERS: NOT US.
Yes, I understand how they use ‘reservedness’ and
things like ‘loyalty’ and ‘respect’ and all those other
honorable traits against us. There is nothing lower
than having your own sense of self thrown back in
your face.
I don’t really care if they are acting out their ‘own trauma’
or not – we all have traumas in our lives. Each of us needs
to be and deserves to be respected if only for the unique
individuals that we are. The ppath/spath hasn’t taken that
from us. They would like to think they have sucked away
the very essence of our souls but look: they have not! We
still have them. We are the strongest and don’t you ever
forget that. I have no sympathy for them just because
they are ‘ill’ and/or maybe use (the majority of the time)
BLATANTLY>their ‘illness’ to get away with doing just
DREADFUL THINGS to others. They have the same
opportunity for growth and change as we do.
They have the same opportunities for reflection
and making themselves a better person but they
chose NOT TO. Psychologists have told me that
there really ARE people that are empty shells
and they CANT help themselves and that just is
NOT TRUE. I will never believe that because “I”
drug myself out of dysfunction to find a NON dysfunctional
life for myself from a very young age….I KNOW it is all
about CHOICE.
I prefer to have it all away from me and forever.
There is no coming back from this – never.
At least not for “IT” & I. There are no more words
needing to be said – the only thing this deserves is
a good shove off the cliff. Hm?
If a person would rather snuff you out than respect you,
the only thing you can do is get that person away from you.
Period. I can’t have game players and game changers about
me. It was my “FAULT” for paying the idiot any attention in
the first place and I will be ABSOLUTELY the first one to admit
that. So, I am to be damned to a lifetime of stalking because
I cared about someone who has later threatened and tried to
murder me? Someone I THOUGHT was my best friend.
Never had a clue. Never.
We cannot change the past but we sure can change the future.
OURS firstly and foremostly.
And, I agree with you: Donna is an EXCELLENT role model.
Strong – dynamic – spaths so hate that. lol
Take care of yourself BBE…
Love from the left coast of America xxoo
skylar: I sure hope you are wrong about ruminating the rest of our lives.
I absolutely HATE the thought of that monster sucking it all up and away from me.
😛
I don’t think we HAVE TO ruminate about them for the rest of our lives….I think if we process the situation (with each one in case we have had more than one) we can come to a resolution and acceptance.
For example….when we were little and we lost “fluffy” the cat/dog/hamster we were devastated and mourned like our life had come to an end but eventually we came to understand death and resolved our grief and came to acceptance and we got to a point in our lives where we could remember “Fluffy” without feeling that tremendous pain we first felt.
As we grew and began to understand death from an adult’s perspective and as we got to “practice” grieving with other losses in our lives, other dogs/cats/hamsters or broken relationships, losses of this or that that we valued we learned to COPE with trauma and loss.
Now, while the “Psychopathic experience” is VERY dramatic and traumatic, I think we can come to a resolution and acceptance with it as well.
Wit my X BF that I thought was going to save me from a life time alone after my husband died….well, it was very TRAUMATIC at first but now, he is not a pimple on an elephant’s butt emotionally to me any more. I can’t say that I totally am indifferent to my P son, but if he would leave me the hell alone and I didn’t have to worry about him getting out of prison and killing me, I could be indifferent to him.
The multitude of People who are “high in P traits” or just plain jerks that have passed through my life and that I have loved to one extent or another but have since booted out of my life….well, I’ve come to a resolution with them…an acceptance of what they are. Doesn’t even bother me to see them any more when we chance to meet at some local event or other.
Of course the higher the trauma the longer it will take so it may not be quick. But I think we can recover.
Dupey,
I hope I’m wrong too. I want to forget.
BBE,
The sexual abuse as a child really hits home. My ex-spath’s dad and grand dad were both spaths, but he ran away when his mom divorced his dad, when he was 12 years old. He went to live with a prostitute.
I have no doubt that he was sexually abused there.
It’s sad that I was so young and ignorant when he told me these things. He didn’t say he was abused, he said just the opposite. He said that a young boy is lucky to get to have sex with an older woman and that when a young boy turns in his teacher after having sex with her, HE should go to jail for ratting on her.
Of course, now I know that he was having sex with men and I’m sure the prostitute sold him to them. I’m certain that he was abused during that time and possibly before that, as a young boy living at home. He was in denial about his shame.
I feel bad that I didn’t “get it”, when he told me, but then, at age 17, I didn’t really understand sexual abuse and he certainly didn’t act like he’d been hurt or shamed during his formative years. More than that, I also know that it wouldn’t have made any difference. There is nothing I can do about his past or mine. You are certainly right about that.