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The fantasy of magic moments with sociopaths

Editor’s note: The following essay was submitted by a Lovefraud reader.

Snapshots
By AlohaTraveler

In our lifetime, we hope to capture the best moments of our lives in pictures. We keep albums of our family events, weddings, births, first dates, proposals, holidays, vacations, and so on. There is another kind of snapshot that keeps many of us longing for our sociopaths. These are the “snapshots” we hold in our minds. They are the ideal moments, the perfect words, the heightened romance that so many of us felt when we were being seduced by a sociopath.

Browsing through my mental album, I see a snapshot of myself and the Bad Man, as I call him, passionately kissing in Safeway next to the tortilla chips. It was romantic, it was silly, and I felt so in love. Never before had I done a thing like that! It was just a kiss but it was so ideal, so out of the movies. I recall during our first kiss, he embraced me as if he were Fabio on the cover of a Harlequin Romance novel. Who wouldn’t swoon for that?

Here’s another snapshot. This time, I am at Home Depot. Why all the retail?! On the radio, Dan Fogelberg’s Longer Than is playing and I start to weep tears of joy. Suddenly, I felt as if I had a deeper understanding of this song about lovers. I know, it’s c-o-r-n-y! This happened during a time that I have referred to as “the happiest two weeks of my life,” or like I said before, “Relationship Crack.”

Another snapshot I have in my mind is spending an hour choosing just the right birthday card for my budding new romance (and more weeping over drippy love songs being piped in over the sound system). God, I was a sap! I ended up with two cards. I saw this as “the first card I would ever give the love of my life” and it had to be perfect. So what’s more perfect than two?

Yet another. This time I am sitting next to my Captain as he skillfully pilots the craft and gives an enlightening spiel about the marine life over his microphone. The guests were rapt with attention as was I, goo-goo eyes and all. I always had a thing for islands, the water, the whales, which were out in full force that day, and of course, the Captain of the ship. Isn’t it perfect?!

I remember looking at the Bad Man with his tanned skin and his Indiana Jones hat. He looked exactly like Harrison Ford back when Harrison Ford still looked good. It was all too perfect. I was living in Hawaii, I had a hunk of a man for my new boyfriend and of course, he had already told me what a “quality woman” I was, asked me to be his exclusive girlfriend and told me he was “seriously considering” me as a “potential life partner” after only a few short weeks! Considering that my move to Hawaii was my idea of an “alternate” life plan since, at 35 years old, my marital dreams had not come true, you can imagine how ecstatic I was to have such a lucky break in love. I had only been on the island 10 days when I met the “man of my dreams.” It appeared to me that my dreams were coming true after all. I looked at him and thought to myself, “We are going to be one of those couples that everyone wants to be like!” and I was on top of the world. I thought I had beat the system by letting go of the quest-for-love and reaching for my dreams on my own… and BINGO! My prayers were answered.

Sadly, the signs of danger were already present but my ideal moments, my perfect “snapshots” were clouding my ability, or perhaps, my willingness, to see them. The Bad Man had already mentioned that he had been called a “cult leader” in the newspapers back in Seattle during his days as a Pastor for Assemblies of God. He had been “sort-of excommunicated” because he was an “out of the box thinker” and he had “thrown off the templates” of the traditional hard line thinking of his former Church. He was a “rebel” and a “hero.” He had a “permanent restraining order” against him and all women’s health clinics in the Seattle area. He was “honest” about the “B.S. restraining order” his ex-wife had against him. He told me mournfully that his ex “stole the children” (escaped under extreme duress, I am sure) and that the court would issue a restraining order to any woman that said she was afraid. “The court wouldn’t even question it” he told me, with indignation in his voice. He called her a “gossip” and talked at length about how couples should be able to work out their problems in private or go “up the food chain” for advice and not down. Now in my defense, this was confusing. That seemed like good advice coming from a former Minister. Perhaps his ex was a gossip. I mean I was keeping all our problems private, just like he told me to. Why couldn’t she? I know as I write this that it all sounds ridiculous but alas, the kiss… the kiss! Now, I say, “Alas… the red flags, the RED FLAGS!!!”

Never before had I been so taken in by someone, so consumed by a man. I thought this was the big love that I had been waiting for. I thought it was finally my time. These were the things I was telling myself in those brief moments of heightened romance. As I write this, I realize that my snapshots were just my thoughts. In fact, in some of the snapshots I describe, the Bad Man isn’t even present… just me and my thoughts of LOVE. I was in denial of what was really happening and I let a few highly romantic moments, snapshots, overpower the truth. My own thoughts about what this relationship was going to mean for my formerly-empty-before-him-life were seductive enough for me to all but ignore the truth before me.

In my mind, I have burned up these snapshots. I recognize them for what they are now. They are my own fantasies, and my own dreams that I pinned on someone else. Why are all my dreams riding on someone else? Now when I am asked, “What are your hopes and dreams?” I feel sad and empty. For some reason, I keep getting asked this question lately. I can’t think of anything. I have plans that are solid and based on reality. I am working toward some goals. I have named the steps to achieve my goals and I am ticking them off as I go. But there are no dreams.

When someone loves you, they don’t set out to destroy you. They consider your wellbeing and they consider how their actions affect others. This is what is normal. They don’t terrorize you until you feel like you are worthless. I knew this but I sort of forgot. I forgot because he said the magic words…“I am seriously considering you as a potential life partner.” I became a slave to those words and would do anything, endure anything, ignore anything, because of them. It’s like I was on Survivor. I formed an alliance with him! I bought in to his strategy to destroy me and I joined in the plan. Hey, in the end, I even voted myself off the island! I guess you could say, I escaped the Bad Man by leaving while he was at work, kind of like the way he described the day his ex left him with her 5 children in tow. God Bless her.

If it seems that I make light of my encounter with a sociopath, I do not. My story is lit up with red flags, more than I would like to admit. My lessons from the Bad Man cost me some money, some time, many tears, a few friendships, and maybe one thing that needed to go, like a baby tooth needs to go to make room for the emerging adult one. Perhaps my fantasies of love, and being in love, and what that would mean for my life, were a bit girlish. Now, I have a plan for my life beyond loving and devoting my life to someone else. Where was I in all that, anyway?

I have a real snapshot of myself from my time on Maui. It was taken by the Bad Man. When I saved it on my computer, I gave it the file name, “pretending to be happy.” It looks like I am having the time of my life but the truth is, I was sleepless, anxious, afraid, and miserable. I was being emotionally battered, manipulated, terrorized and stalked. I had been called a long list of names your Mother wouldn’t want to hear you say. I was never good enough, never knew what he wanted or didn’t want, could never guess how to make him happy, because it changed minute by minute, nor could I keep up with his ever changing relationship rules that always applied to me but never to him. I was crumbling under the stress of it all.

I guess it’s never too late to be truthful with yourself.

Author’s note: The concept for “Snapshots” was introduced to me by my friend, Susan Bradley, RN. Susan is a Relationship Coach, and author of “Irresistible Prescriptions for Love.” For more information, visit her website www.lovinguniversity.com.



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  1. neverneverland says:

    hummingbird1418 —

    I don’t know what state you live in, but wages are garnished for child support because it is proven conclusively that person is the father of the child. If there is any doubt as to paternity, the court typically will not order it without conclusive proof. Your guy’s been through DNA testing. He is the father. The law doesn’t “slip up” against innocents like that. Sorry to be the one to break it to you. 🙁 I had to tell my mother last night where all the money went. I cried and cried and apologized for being a stupid daughter to her. I want her to know that whatever she and my dad left in trust for me, including our land and commercial farm, will be kept safe from predators like my ex. But how can I do that when I have made such a bad decision?

    Oxdrover —

    Part of me DOES feel shame! I think it’s because had you asked me before, “How is it possible to con a person out of this much time, money and energy?” I would have told you, “Well, you’d have to have a pretty stupid woman!” Your garden variety society doesn’t understand how subversive these men are, how they winnow their way in and make it impossible to say “no” to them. Also, he is well known. His “fans” would never believe that someone capable of writing all of those beautiful love songs could possibly do anything wrong — to them, he can do no wrong just because he’s famous, and that’s that! If I told anyone or came forward, I would be the one who was blasted apart, even though there’s piles of evidence (e.g., other women and their stories) to corroborate. To them, we’d just be a bunch of bitter hags. That’s why I’ve remained quiet thus far. Plus, I think that once it’s revealed that he’s bilking the U.S. government, people will see what a huge sham he is. It’s going to take a while, but they’ll get him in the end. I intend to give them as much information as I can for them to make sure that he’s accountable for each penny he earned.



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  2. hummingbird1418 says:

    Neverneverland: I live in Maryland and was told that if a man acts in the capacity of a father when the family is living together that he can be made to pay child support.

    I still feel hurt and angry (at him and at myself). Will this end and what will come next? I don’t think forgiveness since he wouldn’t ask for it because he won’t see what he did as wrong. I am sure that there were many others before me who have been equally duped.

    Oxdrover: I dread telling my children what has happened to my savings. This was money that should have gone to them eventually. Now all I have are empty promises and credit card debt.

    I liked what you wrote about not feeling shame. These S (conmen) should be the ones to feel shame. Of course, since they are without a conscience that will not happen.



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  3. Genevieve79 says:

    Yikes:

    QUOTE FROM ALOHA TRAVELLER: “asked me to be his exclusive girlfriend and told me he was “seriously considering” me as a “potential life partner” after only a few short weeks!”

    Ditto – my ex did the same thing.
    Oh red flags, how brightly you do shine in rear view mirrors…… xxx



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  4. Genevieve79 says:

    QUOTE FROM BEVERLY: “I had no closure, he conveniently did a runner when I closed in on him for questions and answers and then gave a message via a friend, saying he had found someone else. Any answers please?”

    Just like what happened to me. I closed in on my ex too, I became non compliant you see, I asked him where the hell we were going and essentially gave him an ultimatum because I was dreadfully unhappy, my life was at a standstill and I wasn’t prepared to live that way anymore.
    He retaliated in the only way he knew how – like a coward, ended us by text, never wanted to see me again, knowing full well that the silent treatment hurts me more than anything because I am such a big communicator. So not only did he choose to jump ship he stuck the knife in too.
    I have no answers Bev’ other than they are cowards and that their cruelty to us says everything about them and was not our fault. All we have to do is work on believing that, something I’m trying to do at the moment.
    Hugs xxx



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  5. Matt says:

    Genevieve79:

    “Oh red flags, how brightly you do shine in rear view mirrors”

    Think Francis Scott Key was talking about a socipath when he wrote the “Star Spangled Banner” (“Oh, the banner yet waved…”)? 🙂

    I, too, became noncompliant. The first time he broke up by text, I should have given him the heave-ho. Texting and emails are such a ball-less, weasely way of communicating. Hide while you do your dirty work.

    After 15 months of S and his busy little fingers on the key board, I now have the policy. No texts. No emails. If you have something substantive to say to me — you say it in person or on the phone. Caso cerrado.



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  6. learnthelesson says:

    I contend (sadly and embarrassingly) that I could win at a game of THUMB WAR with anyone on the planet….I engaged in texts back and forth with him the final year – that would have you all thinking what in the world was she thinking…

    I called it textland vs the realworld…. I once was so damn tired of it that when he sent a text I returned it with this “Return to sender….Verizon Msg. 4572…Receiver activated blocking service…following message undeliverable…”HIS ORIGINAL TEXT”

    Creative, huh…. well he bought into it at first and I had peace for a while and then he must have called verizon to find out that wasnt possible..and texted…Good one, almost got me! Of course by then I wrote LOL….and the saga went on and on and on….. til I got the courage to stop responding and stop trying so damn hard to change a the wiring of another.

    They just fundamentally dont know how to be in long term relationships..Its a lack of so much in interpersonal skills, and self-discipline and compassion and empathy and understanding and a willingness to learn and grow from within…. they get the selfish part and they get the protect themselves at all costs part…but they dont get the basics in loving themselves with respect and trust, letting alone loving others with respect and trust as well as being honest and open and vulnerable. They just are missing core, key elements in commitments to themselves and others… they live by their own rules…in their own world. Jump on board or jump overboard….. if you jump overboard…and they throw you the lifepreserver — pass — and swim to shore youself! Sociofree!!!



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