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Recovery From A Sociopath: Next Steps

Some of our greatest life lessons are learned after we think we already passed the test.

I believed that ending my marriage to a sociopath would be the defining step to my recovery and healing.  I committed myself to a healthy lifestyle, and practiced the long-forgotten skill of believing in myself and trusting my instincts.

So, it came as quite a surprise that there was much more work to be done if I wanted to rid my life of the residual effects of a toxic fifteen year relationship.

Starting Over

By the time I met the man who would turn out to be the real love of my life, I thought I had grown and healed much more than I actually had.

Not eager to start a new relationship, I spent time after my divorce just getting to know myself again.  I practiced listening to my inner voice and trusting my initial gut reactions.

Then, I met Max, and for once, there was an easy comfortable feeling just being around someone else.  But, the beginning of our relationship would not be quite so easy.  As confident as I was about my own emotional growth since the divorce, there were other factors that I hadn’t realized would interfere.

For one thing, I had virtually no experience in a healthy relationship.  I had many years of experiencing every day events with a very unhealthy partner.  And a couple of months into my new relationship, this would become painfully clear as a familiar scenario unfolded with a very unfamiliar script.

Automatic Response

One unusually chilly evening when Max came to my house for dinner, we started to notice just how cold it was inside as the evening went on.  It didn’t take long to figure out that the heat was not coming on.  Max went down to check the oil tank and furnace. I followed him half way down the stairs when I heard him say I’d run out of heating oil, and I froze in place.  I couldn’t move; I was terrified.

My only prior experience with running out of oil happened years earlier when I was still married to my now ex-husband.  At the time, my ex-husband’s response was so volatile, that I packed the boys in the car and went to stay overnight at my parents’ house (where I pretended it was no big deal, just easier to stay there in case the heat was off all night.)

Uncertainty

After a few moments, I realized Max was talking to me, but I didn’t know what he was saying.  Then it clicked that he was asking if I knew the number of the oil company.  I found the number and dialed without saying anything.  I handed him the phone while he just looked at me with a slightly odd expression.

Max put the phone on speaker and started talking to the technician.  Meanwhile, I started pacing around the basement, my hands trembling but abruptly stopped when I heard…laughter?

I was expecting anger, but I was definitely hearing laughter.  It turns out I was experiencing a reaction to something that wasn’t happening.  It was a classic post-traumatic stress response.

By the time the oil company came and filled the tank, I was feeling a bit more relaxed until we realized the technician left, but the furnace wasn’t starting.  Another phone call revealed there was a procedure that needed to be done which neither of us knew how to do, but Max put the phone on speaker again and had the technician talk us through it rather than have him come out for a weekend late night service call charge.

New Experiences Replace Old

After nearly an hour of following step by step instructions that led to broken tools, missing parts, and an impressive oil spill, my stomach hurt and tears were rolling down my face from laughing.

As we were cleaning up the mess we made, I apologized.  Max stopped and simply asked, “For what?”

I thought for a moment and said, “For running out of oil.”

His response would be a turning point in my recovery.  Without even looking up, he said, “Why is it your fault for running out of oil? It happens, no big deal.”

A Very Big Deal

But, to me, that’s exactly what this experience was– a very big deal.

I saw that my reactions were based on years of my ex-husband’s reactions.  I had removed the toxic person from my life, but not the learned behaviors and unhealthy relationship skills acquired along the way.

Divorcing my ex-husband had been a crucial first step, but there was more work ahead of me if I wanted to truly be rid of him.

Next Steps

Max and I have not had an easy road, by any means, but when two people support the health and healing of each other, it is a gift I can’t begin to describe.

I now know that a healthy relationship requires personal reflection with an open mind, willingness to admit mistakes, and commitment to changing our own negative behaviors.

Sociopaths are inherently opposed to all three of these actions.  My ex-husband did not grow, change, or even attempt to change in fifteen years.

His patterns are too ingrained and his behaviors are necessary to his survival.  Instead of understanding, sociopaths chose to blame; instead of support, they chose to berate and abuse.  They can have no positive effect on anyone they encounter, including their own family.

I made have paid a high price for the years I spent with a toxic spouse, but being able to remove all traces of his negative, miserable life from mine is priceless.

 



15 Comments on "Recovery From A Sociopath: Next Steps"

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  1. janetj says:

    Thank you, thank you to Quinn and all who posted in response!

    I am 2 years into a relationship with a kind, supportive man after a 16-year marriage to a spath. New Guy is also smart, hilariously funny, and generally meets every healthy criterion I could wish for in a man. And yet …

    I find myself obsessing about “problems” that don’t exist: He eats junk food; that means he’s going to keel over from a heart attack any minute. He doesn’t excite me the way my ex did; ohmygod, that means I’m not attracted to him and this relationship will end badly. And sometimes when nothing in particular is going on, I feel depressed – what’s up with that?? That must mean I’ll NEVER be happy.

    TenthChair, your insight was so helpful. Just knowing that others have these experiences makes me feel better. I do wish there was specific therapeutic intervention for adjusting to normal life and healthy relationships. (Hey-where do you practice?)

    To Blossom4th – I laughed out loud at your experience of having to put everything in its place on moving day. My ex made me do the same thing! My particular delight is in moving pictures around on the walls, making extra nail holes without a care. Hey, they’re MY damn walls and I can spackle them if I want to – or not!

    I’d love to hear from more women adjusting to healthy relationships. Support group anyone?



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  2. 1day@atime says:

    Thank you for this wonderful article! I was with my spath from age 15, married at 20 and divorced at 50. I have a lifetime of dysfunction to rewire in my brain. I saw a therapist for many years throughout the marriage, before I really understood what was happening. I suffered from depression for years and was on medication.

    As the marriage finally crashed and burned, I was lucky to have my therapist who had been along for much of it, and who was trained in trauma therapy (EMDR). Still, once the divorce was final, I was determined to stay clear of any relationship, believing that there was no real point in having one once the children were raised. I thought relationships were about learning the other person’s likes and dislikes and trying to keep them from getting mad at you for not being perfect! In fact, had it not been for the fact that I had two sons, I would have most likely written off the male race entirely.

    I think that having had a lot of therapy and done the trauma work, along with my participation in a support group for spouses of sex addicts (something I didn’t understand throughout the marriage, but the thing that finally put me over the edge to initiate the divorce). I had a lot of good support through all this and so I eventually let an old male friend into my life and found the healing power of love. I was given the gift to realize not all men are evil, and that there is treasure in love and committment.

    We have been together for nearly 3 years, and I often find myself reveling in the ordinary, daily routine we have developed. I love the lack of drama, the warmth and acceptance and mutual respect. I am amazed at my contentment with the little things in life, and my ability to feel gratitude for each day. I used to think that my life after divorce was going to be about adventure and excitement, but I think I’m more like Dorothy, at the end of the Wizard of Oz now, no longer searching, and just plain happy in my own home.



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    • Imara says:

      I love that oneday!!!! So glad for you!!
      I’m with you on so many levels…. got involved at 16 married for 28 years and now finally finding that there are indeed honorable loving kind men!!!!
      I really do believe that there is “treasure in love and commitment..)
      Have a warm Thanksgiving!!!



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  3. jmmira says:

    Wow, that’s quite a story. Now imagine nobody believing that these things happened? In our society it’s almost accepted as fact that if a woman states these things happened, then they did. For a man, anything we say is ignored. Imagine not being able to sit through a meal without your spouse serving your child a plate of food large enough for a full grown man every single day! And each time the same behavior occurs, the child is shocked at the food presented to him, the mother yells at the child, the father makes a plate with smaller portions, the child now eats his meal. But the mother now takes it personal and berates everyone and leaves the kitchen or sits there and states she’s too upset to eat and blames the father. Next day, complete repeat of the behavior. This is a minor matter that could be solved so easily, but this person would respond to everything this way, over and over again. Never ever making any change or taking responsibility for the repeated patterns of behavior. Imagine describing this to marriage counselors and have them just thing that because you’re a man you’re either lying or don’t understand how to be a parent. I’m glad you’re out of your relationship, I’m in the midst of my divorce, I rarely see my son and the court system and the child custody evaluator have not even performed one psych test on my wife to see if she’s healthy to take care of my son. Even after I told them that at eight years old he smeared feces on the furniture while I was away for three weeks traveling and they were fighting constantly while I was gone.



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