some names have been omitted in this post
this post contains language
It was chilly in the family courtroom… I’m pretty warm natured but in court I nearly always need a sweater. Sitting on the stand in the 360th family court room, the opposing counsel was quiet for a change… he just sat there across from me with that monster I married staring right at me with zero expression and emotion. Dealing with opposing counsel is often the equivalent of trying to deal with a snake and pit bull all rolled into one… some attorneys play dirty and will go as low as humanly possible in their remarks when fighting. When it comes to a narc opposing counsel is often no better than our ex. I really had zero respect for attorneys in general at this point... when it came to the family court system you were deemed guilty until proven innocent… a sociopath is capable of manipulating those in the court room and committing perjury because for whatever reason perjury is not taken seriously in family law. You can lie your pants off and say your son is suicidal like my ex did, produce zero evidence of such threats and yet everyone listening will swallow it as gospel and shake their head with sorrow and give him a collective puppy dog expression of sadness.
Yet you? You, the normal functioning person is not believed when you point out incident after incident of parental alienation and any evidence you do have is waved off and dismissed. Family law doesn’t operate how it should and I question how attorneys sleep at night... people sell their souls but will guaranteed want an air conditioner in hell.
Directly before me sat the court reporter typing as quickly as possible and I could swear she had steam coming out of her ears she was under so much pressure. She took the time to give me an occasional look of disgust over her glasses as she clearly deemed me the worst mother she’d ever come across. Whatever, lady… I thought to myself… you have no idea what I’ve been enduring…. don’t be so fooled by the bs you’ve been fed. It was a lovely day as any day in court always is; the sun was shining brilliantly and I would have loved to have been anywhere but there. Instead of opposing counsel attacking me as was the usual way this time it was courtesy of the amicus Susan Duesler who took the lead and continually berated me with a line of brutal questioning and demeaning verbal abuse. I sat there continually trying to fight back but as the questions and attacks grew harsher with her actually having the gall to state she cared more about my son than I did… tears sprang to my eyes and I choked back tears.
I then looked over to my right at my attorney… he sat there uselessly quiet not interjecting or fighting for me. Staring at me in stony silence I realized due to him becoming suddenly mute I was screwed. Hindsight was he was allowing me to get annihilated on the stand and had virtually given up. My other attorney who sat to his right looked sadly at me… her expression of seeming pity and what appeared to be blaming upon me… like a scolded child; if I’d only done what they had instructed for me to do prior to trial in their office the night before… where they had demanded compliance from me; where they had chastised me over and over again like a three year old because I refused to have my photo taken with my ex and his new wife for our daughter. Like my daughter gave a shit. My daughter knew it wasn’t a good situation. She knew her dad had cheated. She knew her dad had alienated her brother against me. She had witnessed all the horrible things her father had done the past six years. And yet I was supposed to play a fake part and pose for a photo with a man who was emotionally and verbally abusive toward me and had stolen my family away… who had brainwashed our son against me. The truth was... it wasn’t my job to pose for a photo. At the end of the day it was all a farce and a photo did not address the TRUE issues going on. A photo did not address the fact my ex ignores most of my communication on Our Family Wizard. A photo did not address the fact that he refuses to return the children’s passports even though the decree states I’m to hold them. A photo doesn’t address the fact that he’s continued to alienate our son against me. I didn't hire two attorneys so I could be reprimanded like a toddler. My attorneys were trying to make something, namely a photo my issue when their job was to fight back FOR me, not roll over like two pushovers and play pathetic. An attorneys job is not to make nice in the courtroom because of future cases and the irrelevant need to be liked by the various personalities involved yet that’s often what happens.
No…. no…. I wasn’t going to play ball… I wasn’t going to pose for pictures and act like everything was pretty and ponies pooped rainbows and confetti. Sorry but not sorry. I wasn’t going to send my daughter the message of “its okay when people screw you over… you just bend over a little more; you stand beside them and smile when the photographer says cheese.” No… I wasn’t going to do that either. I wasn’t going to disrespect myself and demean myself and pose for a photo and make everyone else comfortable because they didn’t believe the truth and they found what had really happened either impossible or too uncomfortable to embrace as reality. So I stood up and from the stand I pointed right at my two attorneys and screamed...
“GET OUT!!! RIGHT NOW!!! YOU’RE FIRED!!!
BOTH OF YOU! You don’t want to fight for me?
Get the fuck out right now!!!”
It was only a daydream on my drive home but the truth is that’s how I should have handled the situation. That’s what they had deserved. And if I had it to do over again I would. As empaths we give people that have shown us who they really are or at least hints here and there... those glimpses of reality of their character way too much benefit of the doubt. I had initially erroneously believed the case had meant a lot to them... but looking back the lack of actions had said otherwise. We doubt our instincts and succumb to the fact they must really truly have our best interests at heart when they are really just screwing us over.
I don’t cry defeat... I might realize I need a break here or there or may realize I just need to bide my time before it’s best to act... but give up? No... and if your attorney is giving up because they can’t get you to pose for a photo.... they aren’t a very good attorney. It’s their job to review what you have and come up with a strategy. It’s their job to handle it and find what loopholes, what weaknesses the other side has and to attack mercilessly. It's their job to sift through the evidence and come up with the appropriate line of questioning needed for your ex. If they aren’t doing that then they are as useless as last months packet of coupons now expired. If they aren’t deposing who they should for trial, if they are not familiar with your case, if they are failing at their job because they didn’t even try then you have every right to pull the plug and fire them on the spot and without feeling any guilt.
Stop feeling guilt over people that don’t deserve it. We aren’t talking about a pet parakeet for God’s sakes... we’re talking about our children... and we shouldn’t feel guilt over telling someone to take a hike(!) when they aren’t looking out for their best interests.
I stepped into the dim front foyer of my home and my black heels clacked on the floor... the foyer table was graced with pretty crystal candlesticks, a stone bowl for knick knacks and two traditional buffet lamps that gave off a glow of low light. The mirror above the table reflected the space and I glanced in it at my disheveled bun atop my head... I was exhausted and yet it was time to have one of the most difficult conversations I’d likely had in forty one years.
”Mommyyyyy!!!” Came my daughters shriek and dressed in dark leggings and a robins egg blue top she came running up to me like always and gave me a tight embrace around the waist.
“Hey, sweetpea... how are you? I missed you today!” I told her and squeezed her back affectionately. I could hear water running in the kitchen and we made our way past the living room we didn’t really use with it’s gray sofa, round coffee table with hardback books on renowned artists and vases in hues of nature. Once in the kitchen I greeted my mother who was washing romaine lettuce for her salad.
She and I caught up on our day as I placed the groceries I'd picked up on the way home in the refrigerator and pantry. Then I led my daughter to the oversized taupe couch that compassed the den and both my mother and I flanked her on it. Wrapping my arm around her I pulled her close and spoke
"I wanted to talk with you.... okay?" I spoke and she nodded.
"What happened with court? Did you find out what the judge decided?" She asked me curiously.
I felt tears springing to my brown green flecked eyes and tried to blink them away... usually it worked but not this time... like tiny pools they filled and threatened to spill over. I hugged her tight and spoke "We did... She decided to give most of the custody to your dad." I told her.
She physically pulled away and began crying... tears rolling down her cheeks and using her hands to cover her face. She then leaned back against me again and sobbed, her blond brown hair shielding her wet face from me. Between sniffles and wails she spoke "But why??? Why did she do that?! I told her I wanted to live with you more!"
I sat there feeling helpless, both of us victims of a system that had failed us and also two attorneys that had left us without a paddle. We had been targets of my ex for six years and now this was the outcome of his continual unrelenting child custody litigation. This was the sad and unnecessary outcome... a girl completely beside herself because she knew she had been brave and spoken up for what she needed to with the judge and had been ignored. She had watched as her mother had fought and fought and yet now sat beside her crying as well. She had witnessed time and time again how her father had gone after her mother in family court with zero cause other than to punish her because she had been brave enough to walk away and leave him.
"I know... I'm sorry sweetpea.... I don't understand it either. It's the system... they don't care. And your father lied on the stand. He said you had read the blog and they believed him." I told her.
"But I haven't!" She protested emphatically. "He just lied and said that to get them to side with him! To get them to pick him!" She exclaimed with mounting anger.
A false witness will not go unpunished,
and he who breathes out lies will perish.
I had been the mom who when the kids were younger and we were an intact family I went to the effort to alternately bake a chocolate cake with my daughter because chocolate was her favorite and making a vanilla one with my son because that was his favorite... I didn't want anyone to feel like their preference wasn't heard or important. I was the mom who stayed up till one o'clock in the morning working on handmade scrapbooks for both children so their memories would be saved and intact as adults. I was the mom who volunteered in my daughter's kindergarten classroom on computer day and ensured each child's laptop was set up for them to have computer time. I was the mom who quizzed each child on their story they read to ensure comprehension and encouraged them individually to always read because reading opens the door to so much information and knowledge. I was the mom who fought for more special need assistance for our son because with Asperger's he needed to have access to all the necessary resources to lead a full and thriving life. I was the mom who didn't give blanket statements of "you're so smart!" but "great job at trying!" because I realized they wouldn't always feel smart but they would always feel good that they tried. I was the mom who read Thomas the Train stories until I was blue in the face and ensured they always used their manners no matter what. You look back and see the work, the energy, the time, all the late night hours and love poured into your children... knowing you'd do anything to ensure they were safe and cared for both emotionally and physically and you feel defeated. You lost and it really wasn't your fault and yet you feel responsible. When our kids are young they look up to us like were invincible; like we can take control of any situation and fix it... as adults we are supposed to know what to do and be able to rectify things. Unfortunately that doesn't always happen and then we feel as though we failed our children. And that's the worst feeling ever.
"I'm so sorry, sweetpea... he and his attorney did whatever they could to get what they wanted. But I've fought.... I've fought and fought... you know that... " I told her with exhaustion, "I have kept fighting... and I've spent all the money I've spent to fight because you're worth it. I'm going to keep trying." I told her. I was out of money... between the divorce itself and the continual child custody litigation I had spent well over a hundred thousand dollars... money that was to be invested for retirement... money that was to be grown and watch thrive. But now it was all gone. It was such a mess and such a bitter pill to swallow... I had lost my son, I had lost all my money and now my daughter too. For absolutely zero justified reason. And what was even scarier is I'm one of hundreds of thousands of other good parents who have gone through the exact same thing.
No weapon that is fashioned against you shall succeed, and you shall confute every tongue that rises against you in judgment. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord and their vindication from me, declares the Lord.”
I am not a lone ranger... but one of an increasing army of angry outraged parents who want the truth exposed in pure light... who want their situation repaired and justice to be served... and will not stop fighting for the truth to be exposed; the truth of who we married and the truth of a broken and corrupt family court system. We will not remain silent. We will not go quietly. We will not give up.
names have been omitted and changed in this post
He sat beside me, and I took a sip of my drink... the alcohol slid down my throat and I relaxed a little more... relaxing is still somewhat foreign to me. I'm always on guard and feel the need to stay in control... sometimes I get chastising from people about it, but I think it's natural for so many of us after narc abuse or really any trauma like rape to feel the need to stay in control. Maybe because we've felt our world become out of control. Yes, we know logically control is a joke... none of us really have any control in life minus our own actions but in that we cling to the idea of having some... however misguided, delusional or silly. At the end of the day if we are enduring the continual litigation of a narc either in divorce or child custody motions being filed we will likely feel very little control over our life which in turn may cause us to grasp tightly to whatever we can. I hear from so many survivors and thrivers of narc abuse that it took several years of clinging to the familiarity of life... cocooning oneself in comforting and stabilizing life routines is often what helps us in our healing.
Whether it's a consistent schedule, pj's and ice cream, favorite shows or Friday night bubble baths, gelato and yoga... we can choose what works best for us. Perhaps it's that working a job and recovering from a past abusive relationship takes all your energy... that's okay.... grief is time and energy consuming. We may feel the desire to add more to our plate at some point but if we aren't ready it will be premature and set us back. It's okay to take the time you need to heal... and then slowly become more open to new friendships, interests, love, goals, and risks as we find peace, healing and ourselves once again. Our goal after narc abuse is to live life to it’s fullest and not ever subscribing to another limited existence that we lived with the narc.
Country music played in the background... Justin Moore sang ‘Somebody Else Will’. The other patrons, some wearing jeans and boots sat a distance away talking and laughing. The atmosphere was dim and lively and he studied me in the darkened corner of the indoor patio where we sat together.
"You know.... I’ve been reading some of your blog posts and I don’t know about all this narcissistical sociopathical stuff.” He said, waving his hand with a smile and I burst out laughing at that.
He grinned at me and then continued “I mean… you seem to know what you’re talking about, you’re the sociopathical expert. You write really good, you know that?” He asked not really waiting for an answer and continued… “I don’t want to get on the bad side of the blog and all… “He said with a grimace and I smiled, “But I was reading and something I read jumped out at me. You wrote that love isn’t enough. You said that you have to have more.” He told me.
“Yeah, I don’t think it’s enough.” I told him… “You have to have so much more... compatibility, interests, similar backgrounds.” I affirmed. I wasn't going to sign up for golf, bike riding or football if I hated those activities or pastimes... it only made sense we'd become resentful of our partner if we were chronically dragged to do things we didn't like to do.
He shook his head,“Yeah, I read that… you wrote that you have to have all this other stuff. It was exhausting. “He sighed and gave me a chagrined look. “You have it all complicated like some big equation that has to be solved.” He said.
I laughed and suddenly pictured the scene in Good Will Hunting where Matt Damon is figuring problems at the chalkboard… “Like that scene in Good Will Hunting at the chalkboard?” I teased.
“Yes maam!”” He exclaimed and laughed “Let me tell you something… you know all about this stuff. And I have no doubt you’re helping people. I think it’s great! I have no doubt you’re making a difference. But when it comes to love and it not being enough…. “He shook his head “I will tell you, my dear, on that you are full of bs.” He told me.
My eyebrows shot up and I gasped “That’s just mean!” I exclaimed indignantly. “I am NOT!” I retorted hotly with an amused look. He and no one else could change my mind otherwise. I liked him but took what he said with a grain of salt. When it came to most people’s opinions on dating or relationships especially after narcissistic abuse I’d listen but then stick to whatever worked for me.
He sat up a little straighter in his seat and spoke “I'm not trying to get you mad!" He exclaimed with a grin and gesturing with frenzied hands toward my bun atop my head "I don't want to see bobby pins going flying out everywhere!" He added with a laugh.
Holy cow. I laughed at the imagery of that.
During my marriage every weekend it was NASCAR. My ex laid on the couch and watched those cars go round and round like hamsters on a wheel. If it wasn’t that it was football. Or he was resentful because he wanted to go on a bike ride and I had no interest. “I believe you have to have more... it’s an issue even in the best marriages.” I told him.
He shook his head and smiled “You are over there talking about all this stuff that people need when all people need is to have someone who really truly loves them. If you have that… trust and respect… everything else will fall into place.”
I shot him a look of ‘Uh, huh… sure, whatever’ and smirked with cynicism. “I don’t believe that.” I replied.
He leaned in and gazed at me “You know why you don’t believe that? Because you’ve never had a man really love you.” He took a sip of his drink and gazed off momentarily then resting his eyes back on mine “Haven’t you ever had a man treat you right?” He asked me.
I grasped my glass and taking another sip drifted off into the distant past “A really long time ago” I admitted.
“Who?” He asked me.
“Jeremy” I replied “It didn’t work out.” All I could then think to myself was it never works out... but I bit my tongue and didn’t say it.
"So you broke up with him too.” He stated.
I shook my head "No, he broke up with me." I replied.
"Oh my God!!!" He exclaimed with visible surprise. This was new news to him. He only knew about my other relationships. “No one breaks up with Jennifer, she breaks up with everyone!” He told me flabbergasted.
I chuckled, grimaced, rolled my eyes and spoke,
"Not that time... but otherwise, yes. They didn't treat me well." I replied.
He gazed at me with his dark eyes and gave me a sympathetic look that conveyed he saw the past hurt. I studied his face, dark hair, kind eyes, beard and large build. He looked similar to Jeremy. It was actually quite eerie… He too, was a mix of crown, Altoids, meaningfulness, warmth, kindheartedness and insight. It was weird. Was it hot in here? I cleared my throat and took another sip of my drink… then switched to sipping ice water as the room was becoming warmer. I was feeling the effects of the drink and being a lightweight I hadn’t even finished half of it. I began yanking at the scarf around my neck trying to loosen it a bit so I’d cool off. Alcohol always made me feel overheated which I found irritating. No one else seemed to have this issue. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat feeling very vulnerable and suddenly wanted to step outside into the night air where it was cooler. I wanted to escape. But that was my automatic go to response and my pattern so I decided to stick it out and stay in my seat.
He perceptively shook his head like he could read my mind and helped me take off my scarf which he plopped in my purse beside my chair. He spoke “I’m sorry you have not been treated as you should have been. You have the kindest heart of anyone I know. And I’m sorry you don’t think love is enough. But when you’re surrounded by people who care about you, who love you, who you can trust all that other stuff doesn’t matter so much. Because you all have a common thing… which is giving your love to people. And that’s powerful.” He told me… “I’m going to prove to you love is enough.” He stated with assurance. I stared blankly at him without words… I didn’t know what to say. And I nearly always have a reply or witty comeback.
But as much as I sat there without words, the truth is... a person who truly loves you won’t believe you aren’t worth the effort. They won’t subscribe to the idea that they can put in a little effort then throw their hands up because you’re suddenly an irritation or inconvenience. When it comes to love... it’s the one who loves you and loves you consistently that ultimately proves their words carry weight and their actions are not some cheap knockoff.
So how do we move on from the initial post-narc throes of despair of "OH MY GOD MY LIFE IS ENDING RIGHT NOW!", and "I CANNOT BELIEVE HE (OR SHE) DID THIS TO ME!!!", and even "WHEN IS THIS GOING TO GET BETTER???" ... to "Life seems to be improving....", and "I've had a good few days, weeks, months... , Wow, this past year has been better than previous years... I feel like I'm making progress...to "I feel lighter, less heavy and more and more like my old self... definitely different now after the abuse but more like myself than ever... ", and "He (or she) is really sweet or he (or she) is kinda cute... Oh wow, I'm noticing stuff like that again... I wonder what dating would be like", and "I feel like I'm in a good place; my job is going well, I have some financial savings again, my kids are my number one priority but I wouldn't mind expanding my plate to include more time with those I really care about... " and "Taking time for me is not selfish but absolutely necessary and enjoyable...." and "I know and own my truth and will not bend it to make others more comfortable or accept less than what I deserve.”
As you can see.... this process of leaving to eventually standing on that mountaintop and singing praise and gratitude for standing in our new chapter is exactly that... a process. It's a process of our thought process changing over time from catastrophic thinking(!) to questions that we ponder(?) and wade through in figuring things out to realizing newfound truths(!) about ourselves, the narc, the abuse and our life. And that's okay. It's normal and to be completely expected.
TRUSTING OURSELVES AGAIN... after a #narc
First we must learn to trust ourselves again. Which is hard after being swept into the world of a pathological liar. This is a huge undertaking because we must be able to listen to our gut instincts and trust our intuition in order to do much in moving forward.... we must be able to trust ourselves when our gut tells us a therapist is not good for us and or for our children and is actually detrimental. We must be able to trust ourselves when the narc tries to paint history one way and we know better. We must be able to trust ourselves when scrolling through a dating site and something tells us a particular person is shady. We must be able to trust ourselves when a co-worker begins to triangulate a group of employees and we feel bad vibes stemming from that interaction. Trusting ourselves is something that is needed in all areas of our life and it’s worth the time needed to do so.
STICKING TO OUR BOUNDARIES...
Likewise once we are adding more to our plate and embracing a larger circle of friends and maybe a relationship in our life it’s crucial to stick to our boundaries when we see questionable or downright shady behavior. If someone is putting pressure on you in a relationship that’s a red flag. If they are pressuring you to meet their parents, asking to meet your family, asking nosy questions... if they are suddenly wanting every second of your time those are red flags. If they are pushing for immediate emotional intimacy and physical intimacy it’s time to pull back and reassess; moving on because if they cannot respect your timeline, your needs, wants, etc... they never will. If they claim to be a Godly man or woman and are relentless in trying to get you in bed; cut the cord. If they are stepping on your values cut the cord. If they are love bombing you and putting you on a pedestal; building you up, voicing how crazy they are about you, praising you incessantly, showering you with gifts (it’s essential on this to determine whether it’s merely wanting to spoil you as you’ve been together a long time; looking at the length of the relationship, a self esteem issue and trying to “buy your love”, or truly someone personality disordered) and expecting a sexual relationship all too soon those are huge red flags that it’s time to detach and walk away. Having those necessary boundaries and being willing to enforce them are essential in dating so we don’t find ourselves sucked into another narcissistical vortex.
LET LOVE DEVELOP NATURALLY...
When it comes to our new chapter after narc abuse it’s so important we take things slow. Letting relationships organically grow and naturally develop. There should be no timeline on this or that... your relationship should not read like a must do list of immediacy and pressure. I don’t know about you but I’m in no hurry... what’s the rush? The ultimate outcome is typically marriage... so if that’s not something you foresee in your near future (2-5 years) then what are we speeding things along for? If someone starts harping on their age and how they aren’t getting any younger; let that be their problem. Perhaps they need to find someone who is looking for a timeline that matches theirs. Getting on a dating website is something that may often create an instant relationship today; we may go from being single to being in a relationship nearly overnight. It stands to reason a friendship is always preferable first to immediately jumping in “love”. With a friendship in place first you’ve likely seen whether they are who they claim to be. You’ve likely seen them interact with many other people and observed them at their best, worst and in between.
It’s seeing, realizing you can trust this new person which takes time. No one should demand instant trust from you. Why are they demanding that? What’s it based on? Your relationship with the narc was built on you catering to he or she. You were there to make them happy, to boost their ego; you were essentially a drug for them and when the effects wore off they claimed you were no good. But a truly loving relationship is two people knowing it’s based on mutual trust that has been developed over a long period of time. With the narc you were likely worried that if you didn’t please them you’d be tossed aside; instead now you should have a strong sense of security and knowing this new person isn’t going to turn on you. Someone who truly loves you realizes you are worth the effort; they see you as the gem you are and won’t prey on it.
Love is kindness. Love is caring more about you than being right. Love is putting more importance on others than our ego. Love is being a friend first and foremost. Because the hard truth is if someone is not capable of being your friend they will never be capable of loving you.
Monday, January 29th, 2018
names have been omitted in this post
this post contains strong language
and some material readers may find offensive
I sat to the right of the new therapist, a small petite blonde woman whom I, at 5 foot 5 towered over. She smiled at my ex and I as we got situated for our session. He took a seat opposite us on a small russet hued loveseat and I opened a journal in my hands to take notes. She was to lead the reunification therapy for my son and I that was court mandated back in August by the 360th family court in Tarrant County. I had no problem with doing the therapy and hoped it worked… but I also knew anything related to the family court system was questionable… and with that I questioned if they wouldn’t set me up to fail. It wasn’t in their best interests for it to succeed… that would mean an end to litigation and their hands in not only our business but our pockets. At least now I was pro se and my pocket was out of the equation. My ex however still had his attorney to which I grimaced… yet in that him filing motions only hurt his wallet now, I smiled. In going pro se you certainly take some wind out of a narc’s sails… it reduces their power over you to some extent and at least you can smile knowing their attorney no longer has the ability to deliver excessive phone calls, letters and emails that are then charged to you by your attorney to read. They don’t tell you when you begin this process there is no limit to how much you can spend on a divorce and custody filings... it’s nothing to spend a hundred grand or more if you can squeeze it from your assets, cds and accounts... the sky and beyond is all game... eventually bleeding you dry and leaving you in a quagmire of financial despair.
Waiting for our appointment to begin I studied my ex… I smirked to myself… Oh, how I know everything you’ve done, I thought to myself. Predators are so stupid to think that they’ll continue to fool people and pull the wool over their eyes forever… because once you screw people over so many times… eventually people get sick of it… and guess what? They turn on you. They betray you. Fear the day people; those people close to you that you stupidly trusted and may still trust decide to band together and go against you… forming a circle of war and outrage…. desiring justice and retribution. Fear that day, you sorry piece of slime… because they won’t shrink forever… fear the shadows, fear the whispers, fear the consequences… because they will smile at your face yet laugh silently as you walk away unknowingly that your turn is coming.
The therapist spoke in the small dim room decorated with traditional furniture, impressionism paintings and feminine accents. “So we’re here today for me to inform you that for this therapy to work I need your cooperation.” She stated to my ex “And to do that you may have to be willing to have your son upset with you... meaning you may take some heat for awhile until this is resolved.” She added and he nodded. She continued “So your son has a history of physical aggression and I understand he has Asperger's. When was the last time your son showed physical aggression?” She asked my ex.
I stared at him. I already knew the answer.
“It’s been a long time.” He replied.
“It’s been a long time…” She echoed and jotted in her notes, I doing the same in my journal. “What would you say is a long time? How long has it been?” She asked him for clarification.
“More than a year.” He told her.
You sorry lying piece of… I thought to myself. He stared at me with zero emotion.
“He was upset that I was coming to this appointment today. “ He informed her referring to our son.
She looked puzzled and spoke “Well, I understand he doesn't want to do the therapy. So I wouldn’t have told him you were coming so as to not upset him. If you did tell him you could have waited until after the fact and even then frame it in a positive manner… like mom is really trying to do this because it’s important.” She explained to him… “Perhaps you shouldn’t have told him you were coming and made him more upset.” She pointed out.
“I’m always honest with him. I tell him everything.” My ex replied with a shrug.
“Yes, but there is a difference between being honest and sharing information that maybe doesn’t need to be shared so as not to upset him.” She explained.
“I don’t lie to him.” He retorted forcefully.
She paused and thinking on what he said finally spoke “Okay… let me ask you this… would you tell him the last time you and your new wife had sex?” She asked thoughtfully.
Without missing a beat he replied “Yeah, I would. I would hope he’d never ask me that question but yeah I would.”
You sick freak, I thought to myself... you really have no filter or moral code.
She shook her head and spoke “You cannot do that… as a parent you must set boundaries and only give out appropriate information.” She scolded him.
“We have a very open relationship and tell each other everything.” He told her.
“So I understand there has been quite a bit of litigation on your end… what is the intent of the litigation?” She asked him out of curiosity.
He turned to me and spoke with a face devoid of emotion “Oh. I thought we were done with litigation.”
“Are you willing to give me something in writing stating that you’re done with litigation? You’re the one who has continually filed motions the past five years, not me.” I pointed out.
“No, I’m not willing to give you assurances of what I will or won’t do.” He shook his head.
“You began the litigation process and you are punishing me. You are punishing our daughter with her not seeing me as much.” I retorted.
“I feel the sibling relationship is more important than yours with our daughter." He told me then turned to her "But I do want this reunification process to work. I want to know that we tried. Our son will eventually come around but only if Jennifer will allow the process to work. She’s disgusted by me and doesn’t want to see me. Because of that it may not be successful.” He informed the therapist. He was making this session about him and what his needs or desires were not our sons or mine. In his mind the only way a relationship with my son would ever be successful would be with him in the midst of it. I begged to differ. I would not stand for it. He could take a hike. How could I not be disgusted by him? It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why.
“I question how much he really wants this work…” I interjected to the therapist “Because he’s already lied here today in this session. This process won’t be successful if he’s not even willing to tell the truth.” I told her.
“What has he lied about?” She asked with surprise and a hint of exasperation.
“He’s lied about the physical aggression. He said it’s been over a year. That’s a lie. There was an incident at his home over Christmas break in December where he was outside on the deck with his wife and the kids were downstairs on the bottom floor in the house. Our son got into a spat with the step daughter visiting from London who is like seven or eight years old… our daughter witnessed it. He got angry and grabbed the step daughter’s leg as she tried to go up the stairs to get away from him and it caused her to trip and fall. Our daughter was upset by it and told me.”
“She was mistaken.” He lied, “She merely tripped. No one hurt anyone.”
“No.” I shook my head “Our daughter doesn’t lie. She was telling the truth. She saw it happen.”
“Were you there?” He asked me with simmering anger in his tone.
“No, I wasn’t there.” I replied with irritation.
“Well, then.” He stated, staring at me like it was all settled and case closed.
I turned to the therapist “No, this is one of his favorite comebacks… anything I say he or his attorney comes back with ‘Were you there?!’…” I snarled sarcastically with contempt. “Give me a break. Give it up. This is the routine they use in court and it completely gets them out of addressing any issues.”
“So did it happen or not?” She asked him pointedly.
“It did.” He admitted.
“So why did you tell me it had been over a year since physical aggression?” She asked him.
I spoke “He lies about everything. He lied in court saying the children spend all this time together… that’s what he based his motion to get more custody on… for the kids to spend more time together. Then I hear from our daughter that our son is at the neighbors all the time and the kids don’t spend any time together. Yet he got on the stand in August and told the court ‘They are just all over each other’…. Those were the words he used… ‘all over each other’… who says that? They are opposite genders, years apart and at this stage of development should be parting ways for now, not ‘all over each other’… “ I stated emphatically.
My ex then chose the grandstanding tactic and with great production practically leapt out of his seat and came up in my face “OH REALLY?!!! WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY?? THAT THEY’RE FUCKING EACH OTHER??! Is THAT what you’re insinuating now???!!!” He practically screamed at me hatefully, disgustedly in my face, ugly and over the top. It reminded me of some scene from a Nicholas Cage movie gone bad.
I sat shocked in my seat at his sick words and spoke “Wow! Just wow! You know, those are your words, not mine! You are so inappropriate!” I exclaimed.
The therapist began waving her arms and practically yelling… “Stop! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!” She cut in, trying to be heard over the fray and I watched from my chair as he sank back into the loveseat completely composed like nothing had ever happened.
A narc, more namely a sociopath will never tell the truth... they lie as easily as the air they breathe. When it comes to therapy with a personality disordered person they will use it to their advantage and lie outright to the therapist... making you out to be the issue... they will cite you as the reason for the therapy and the reason why it won't be successful. They love to sit there on the therapy couch calm as can be and twist and spin better than an old lady with a needle and yarn how they are so superior and know better and are really trying... while you sit there outraged and indignant, rightfully upset and trying to defend your position.
They are expert manipulators and if they have a degree it comes second to their ability to craft reality to their liking and their favor. You sit there baffled and completely shocked at how they manage time and time again to come out of therapy sessions smelling like a rose while you sit there looking like Cruella De Ville herself. The cruel reality is a narc or sociopath is excelled at snowing the therapist to think they are the innocent victim of an angry ex who is disgusted by them for no reason. When in fact they have plenty of justified reasons... let me write a book... on why they are completely sick of this person who has orchestrated so much damage in so many people's lives.... and yet doubly frustrated that the people who need to recognize it often don't.
The truth is... a narc or sociopath is often the one who will say the most inappropriate things... people may raise eyebrows and silently question why anyone on earth would utter such a thing... but few people realize that they are a threat... that they are personality disordered... more likely they will merely, foolishly think of them as inept or socially maladjusted.... not predatory or dangerous... and that is a huge mistake on their part. They give them too much credit and too much benefit of the doubt. The therapist is asking you, the target to trust this person and trust the process when you've looked pure evil in the eyes and know that won't ever be possible... because you have witnessed, you have experienced firsthand what destruction they are truly capable of.
A narc will deflect when called on an issue which is one of their favorite tactics... the old "Were you there?' question and routine... something they say to get out of actually addressing the issues brought up at hand.... they believe by merely stating those three little words they can swiftly shut you down and move on... with zero accountability. Sociopaths are not fixable... even if a therapist can recognize the signs someone is a sociopath they may erroneously believe they can fix them... they may see them as a challenge to be conquered. Which much to the detriment and dismay of others will be a huge waste of time on everyone's part. A narc or sociopath is not fixable... they don't want to change for the better... they actually enjoy causing other's pain and suffering. They carry within them a huge degree of entitlement and believe they deserve everything they have and what's to come... while others sit around wringing their hands in despair hoping someone somewhere will eventually bring consequences down upon them and justice for those who have been hurt time and time again.