One Woman’s Theory

In a recent post I discussed dealing with your partners’ exes.  Although I don’t advocate engaging women who have issue with you just because you have a bed mate in common it did cause me to ponder why some women have such a hard time with their exes moving on.

buI can’t say that I have dealt with every breakup I have ever had very well.  I have to, varying degrees, suffered through some pretty painful splits.  The most painful are always the ones you didn’t see coming.  Like most people, when the decision to end a relationship rests in the hands of someone else I typically have a harder time dealing with it.  Those breakups are always the most painful.  The few months that follow tend to be pretty difficult.

bu1I have never, as an adult, never attacked the women who filled the vacancy my absence left in an exes’ life.  I have been hurt and sometimes lashed out against my former partner.  Typically this has more to do with my ego and personal disappointment than any real pain my former partner’s new relationship has caused me.  If I haven’t resolved my feelings I can be an asshole.  I try not to be but sometimes my emotions get the better of me.

What I have never done,(okay maybe I did once but that is for another post) is intentionally engage or antagonize anyone currently involved in any ex-lovers’ life.  Even if it did hurt me or I was curious I refuse to let anyone who isn’t relevant to my present or future, make me sweat (or show my ass).   Dwelling on any pain or anxiety you may feel is just counter-productive to actually moving forward.  I have never seen the benefit of prolonging my misery.

bu2That being said, I can understand how someone who has unresolved questions or feelings about relationship that didn’t end as a result of mutual agreement could want to lash out.  Those feelings of anger or hurt may seem to be more effective when directed at an ex’s new partner.  They may be more vulnerable to manipulation. Your partner clearly doesn’t care.  They ended the relationship, they have a wall up.  They may be perceived as immune to your pain or attempts to cause them misery.  They don’t care but that doesn’t mean you can’t hurt them or make things more difficult by attacking and potentially driving away someone else in their life.

bu3Although these irrational attacks on “the other woman” may seem to be born of pure jealousy maybe sometimes they are just a more desperate attempt to hurt their ex-lover by making their new relationship more difficult.  They are attempting to manipulate someone who may not be impervious to their attacks.  It is still stupid.  It is still ineffective to attack someone who has nothing to do with why you are unhappy and suffering. That seems like it may be the real reason many exes misdirect their unhappiness.

It is better to just work through the pain you are feeling so you can move forward.  It is difficult to understand why so many people in failed relationships fight so hard to hold on to their misery.  If someone doesn’t want to be in a relationship with you they are doing you a favor.  They knew something wasn’t right and they freed you to find something that was right.  If you take the time to see that, you can move forward with an understanding that you have an opportunity to find something better.  Be thankful they realized something you hadn’t or weren’t willing to acknowledge.

It is normal to feel the pain associated with having a void in your life.  Rather than focusing on that emptiness be grateful you were given an opportunity to find someone more suited to fill it.

Rubber Neckin’

This inspired me to share a story

tfln

A long, long time ago a man I was dating asked me to respond to a message from his ex on Facebook.  I had logged on to his Facebook account to change his profile picture while we sat on my couch.  While I was doing so his messenger popped up. It was his ex so he asked me to tell her he was unavailable.

His Ex: Hi!!!!

Me: This isn’t J***.  He can’t talk right now.

His Ex: Oh! Who is this?

Okay so clearly I had a choice at this point.  I could have just ignored her or closed messenger or I could do what I did, which was… be a complete asshole and tell her exactly who she was talking to.  This girl hated me. She hated me with a passion and in my opinion she had absolutely no reason to.  She had also been quite vocal about it to anyone who would listen for quite some time.

Me: This is Teri.

His Ex:  You stole my boyfriend you bitch.  Why would I want to talk to you?

Me: I was just letting you know, at J***’s request, that he isn’t able to talk right now.  I don’t want to be having this conversation anymore than you do.

His Ex: Fuck you! You stole my man.  You are such a whore!

A few short moments later the guy I was dating’s cell phone rang. I logged him off of my computer and asked if it was her.  He nodded as he hit the talk button.  “Tell your whore…” “…want to talk to that cunt,” I heard her screaming. He just hung up.  He apologized to me. “It doesn’t bother me,” I smiled and shrugged.  “Were you two dating when we met?” I asked. It wasn’t the first time it had come up. “Teri, we broke up two weeks before I met you.” he answered.  “I don’t really care. I just wondered,” I said. “She is crazy,” he added. “Clearly.”

I genuinely didn’t care.  I had met the man six months earlier, one night at a bar.  He approached me.  He flirted with me.  He was there with friends.  We sat and talked.  We wound up making out.  He called me the next day and wanted to do something again that weekend.  His relationship status never occurred to me.  I didn’t think anything would come of our night but six months later I was sitting on my couch with his arm around me watching movies.  I was fine with how we met and didn’t care about who had been in his arms before I was.

The ex was another story.  They had dated for three months and when they broke up she had a hard time letting go.  The night we met, she showed up at his friends’ bar hopping birthday celebration about half an hour before.  He told her to go home because he was just trying to have fun with his friends.  Thirty minutes later I was in the picture.  That weekend while I was at his place meeting some of his friends and having a few drinks, his ex texted him asking what he was doing.  He said he was hanging out with some friends and the girl he had just started dating.  Every cell phone in the group started vibrating.  She was texting everyone, trying to find out who I was and what I looked like.  I even posed for a picture so one of their mutual friends could send it to her.  While all this data was being thrown back and forth, two things happened.  Everyone decided that I was awesome and “the ex” decided she hated me.

She would tell anyone who listened that I stole her man.  I was a bitch.  I was a boyfriend stealer.  I was a whore.  The truth is none of that matters.  She was too busy blaming me for what happened to realize that even if they were together he didn’t have much respect for her. He was interested in me from the moment we met.  He was so engaged it never occurred to me that he may even have a girlfriend.  She hated me for taking something that didn’t belong to her.  He didn’t even belong to me.  People aren’t possessions.  He made a decision.  I made a decision.  Rather than be pissed at the person who was involved in her pain, she chose to hate me.  We never met but she will probably blame me for whatever pain she felt forever.

I can’t imagine holding on to that kind of animosity for six months after a relationship ended.  To me that is just nuts.  And if you are going to be pissed at someone maybe it should be the one you are emotionally tied to and not a complete stranger.  When it comes to jealousy and misplaced anger, I could not care less.

Exes shouldn’t really factor in to a new relationship. They were never part of your life and have no in your relationship with anyone.  Some relationships don’t work.  Women should spend more time focused on the future instead of constantly looking back.  That shit is just a pain in the neck.

Fan Mail

Fan Mail

Received at 3am, Saturday, June 16th, 2012

Your blog makes me puke. Not EVERYONE is jealous of you. Other females like me seriously appreciate the psycho narcissists like you out there, because men always learn one way or another that you’re not worth it… and women like me get them when you couldn’t. Take down this blog & go into therapy already. But, from the sounds of it, you’d fuck that up too. The hard TRUTH is that the only special people in this world are the ones who are NOT narcissists.

-Dragonfly

My blog gets a fair share of emails and comments good and bad.   As my blog audience has increased, it seems like the amount of negative correspondence has increased. I typically just block the sender and be done with it.  Every once in a while I get one like this that just seems so angry and out of context that I have to do a little more investigating.  I thought perhaps I knew this woman but after about five minutes of research I realized I didn’t know her and that she lives clear across the country.

This one in particular seemed very… angry.  My best guess is that this person didn’t spend much time reading my blog (if any at all.)  The idea that anyone would identify me as a real narcissist seems so off base to me that I just couldn’t process where her anger was coming from or why she felt that sending a passive aggressive observation such as this one was in any way warranted or productive.

I was truly surprised at the tone of this message. I was curious about what might prompt someone to send something so hateful to someone she had never met and who’s work she clearly didn’t read or  at very least, didn’t interpret the way it is intended.  Maybe my work is coming across as shallow and self-centered in a way that isn’t quite as tongue-in-cheek as I thought…

All-in all, I am not bothered by the judgement of readers who misinterpret my writing.  You can’t please everyone but clearly I am doing a damn good job of pissing some people off.  The truth is this kind of fan mail really makes those of you who find some value in what I do and see the good in my work even more precious to me.  I appreciate the support of my amazing followers, fellow writers and supporters so much.  So thank you for your continued support of my blog and my writing!  I love each and every one of you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

xoxo

The Narcissist

 

The Art of Not Being a Bitch

I don’t usually talk too much about technology although I rely heavily on it in my day to day life. This isn’t really about that either but I found something interesting today regarding Facebook’s new chat side bar. I now have access to every chat and message that last guy I dated ever sent me. This puts me in a very interesting position.

The last guy I dated had a conflict of interest when it came to me. It should have been my first indication things would likely not work out between us but it wasn’t. I cared for him very much and I was optimistic that things would go exactly how I hoped they would. He worked where I lived. That is to say, he was employed by the company that rented out the apartments where I resided and dating tenants was taboo. I know this is true because I briefly worked for said property management company.

Needless to say we kept things quiet when we began seeing each other. He constantly mentioned he was concerned about his job but I put little stock in his uneasiness because he was still coming around. I think it merely served as an excuse to why he couldn’t stay at my house.

When things fell apart the way they did, I was angry and hurt. Not only did he start dating my neighbor and ex-friend a week after he told me we couldn’t see each other but I was viewed as irrationally upset about these events. This behavior seemed irrational because we had kept quiet about our time spent to together so that his job would not be jeopardized. Not many people knew we had been dating and thusly my being upset seemed a little crazy.

He was more than content to let people think I was mildly nuts for being upset, going as far as denying anything had ever transpired between us. I was alone and hurting and to most of the people around me this behavior seemed unreasonable and desperate. Still I kept my promise to him. I had assured him many times I would never do anything that would result in him losing his job. Shortly after I moved from the complex we stopped talking.

The truth is I am still angry and hurt about a lot of what has transpired between us. I am upset that I was made out to be the bad guy in the whole situation. I was portrayed as angry and jealous with nothing to substantiate either of those feelings. When we parted ways he had made several half assed attempts to reconcile with me. The last thing he said to me was that he really wanted us to stay in touch. We had been friends for some time before everything got bad and I really do miss my friend sometimes. Of course we don’t speak.

The longer I go without seeing him the more the sadness subsides and gives way to anger. In my anger I want to hurt him. I want to break my promise. Having a log of some of our most intimate conversations gives a powerful tool in which to do so. So why can’t I bring myself to do it? Why won’t I prove that I was right to feel hurt and betrayed? Why wouldn’t proving that he was a liar make me feel better? I have a chance to vindicate myself, finally. It might even make me feel better but I would be breaking my word and it means more to me than that. I have too much respect for myself (and, yes, the role he played in my life before all the shit) to do that and I know ultimately that would make me feel bad again.

Hurting him, the way he hurt me, at this point seems petty and part of me will always care about him. Looking back at some of our flirtations actually made me smile. It helped me remember some of the good times we spent together instead of all the hurtful things I associate with him now. I guess I just need to wait for the anger to subside like the hurt did. I just don’t want to hurt anyone like that, not even the one who hurt me. I guess I really getting to be a better person. I am pretty proud of that.

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