This is where I discuss various topics with my brother, the Sociopath, using what I .. in this podcast that navigates relationships and dating in the modern day. In her book The Sociopath Next Door, clinical psychologist and But the defining characteristic of a sociopath is a person who has no conscience. . I dated sociopathic female for nearly ten months with a singular breakup after 6 months. .. As my brother is a master in manipulating and working on other.
In a world of unknowns and second guesses. My ex-Sociopath not only continued to talk to his ex-girlfriend, who was brought into his marriage by his ex-wife a convenient story from a Sociopath, right? He seemingly ie bought and sold pills to women, which then turned into flirting, confessions of love, sexual advances… You get the my brother is dating a sociopath. That is just one frame from his life; a life that I will never fully know. You went through his phone.
Not only in frequency, but also intensity. He usually greeted us at the door every time we got home, but not that day. A couple hours later, after searching everywhere I could think, my brother comes up to me and asks if I wanted to go out riding. I said sure and we got on our bikes motorcycles and started heading out to familiar trails out in the hills.
The expression on his face, along with taking me right to the body, made it obvious. Being a 10 year old kid, I started to cry, and I asked him why. His response was when I first realized something was truly wrong in his head. Away from us, away from society. She would lock me out of the house at 8 years old for not eating dinner fast enough. She locked herself in the bathroom and threatened suicide bc I switched majors without asking her permission.
By the time he was in middle school, he was threatening me by pointing loaded guns at me my dad had an arsenal in the basement, and he taught my brother how to use them all. And I was left to babysit him because I was a few years older. So he beat it to death with a shovel. My mom would get really defensive and yell at me if I suggested his behavior was sociopathic.
It got really bad when I moved back home for a semester during college. He only let me out because when my dad was on his way home from work. I tried to tell my parents, but as usual, they said we both did stuff to provoke each other and I probably did something to deserve it. I signed up for an on-campus apartment the next day, and moved out of their house for good at the end of the summer. They guilt trip me for never visiting. And I resent my parents for letting that happen under their roof and never disciplining him.
My earliest memories involve me running through the kitchen in a diaper feeling so so scared trying to get away from her. Anything and everything set her off. My parents were pretty oblivious to all this, or more my dad was also unstable BPD who frequently went off meds and my mum was too emotionally abused to do anything to help.
As I was 4 years younger I was much smaller than her and easy to catch. From my toddler years to 16 I had crescent scars all over my arms and ankles because she would dig her nails into my skin drawing blood. The very first time it clicked in my head that no one would ever help and she could manipulate her way out of everything is when she stabbed me in the shoulder with a pen. I was about 8 years old. She knew I was going to be in trouble so she grabbed the pen off the table and stabbed me then yanked it back out.
I gave up all hope for help after that. When she went away to university my mother thought it would be a great idea for me to visit her there. A whole weekend being alone in her dorm with her. She spent the first day reminding me how disgusting I was, then acted all nice until the evening.
Why would he appreciate someone for something that he believe he was entitled to receive? To a Sociopath, nothing matters besides getting what they want.
The Truth? Want to know the truth? Well, you never well. Sociopaths will lie until they turn blue in the face, and then continue to lie. Then, there are the BIG things. For instance, my ex told me when we started dating that he was divorced and had been for over a year. Not separated, but divorced. A few months into our relationship, I found divorce papers in his car that were unsigned. I chalked it up as an extra copy.
Several months later, he had to go to court for a speeding ticket, but his story was never consistent in regards to time, circumstance, and reasoning. The truth was that on THAT day, his divorce went final. Even though I know the truth and I found documentation to prove it, he vehemently denies it.
The State is wrong. End of story. You Will Not Have Closure. This truly is the hardest part to rationalize and understand, but you will never have a feel good, amicable, honest conversation as you part ways. Do you deserve it? The man that you feel in love was nothing more than a manufactured being. He mirrored what he learned about you to win your heart, but the love you felt was a mirage. You have qualities that led to the break-up. You did this and he is the victim. You deserve better. You deserve an honest love that is filled with joy, happiness, unconditional love, honesty, inspiration, motivation, and kindness.
The feelings that you felt at the beginning of your relationship, hold on to them and know in your heart that those feelings can and will be felt because of someone that will be honored to love you because of the person you are, not for what you can provide.
A Sociopath will never change but you have the power to get the revenge. By living well, because living well IS the best revenge.