Probably the single worst experience I have ever had with a man lasted only 6 weeks!!! He was staying at MY apartment, but I now believe he was "sleeping with" [to be polite] probably SEVERAL different women PER DAY. This man was manic, bipolar, and I believe he was also N. A friend later asked me if I thought he was sociopathic and I read up on sociopaths, and he fit that description -- what's the difference, if any, between a sociopath and a narcissist, btw?
Anyway, his behavior changed, too, but much more gradually, subtly, and insidiously than Karin's husband's has. His was not hatred of me, noor anything aggressively or physically dangerous towards me -- but was about the most emotionally harmful of anything I have ever experienced.
I suffered hugely for six months, and was not getting over it. I wrote a poem cycle, which helped some, but still I suffered. I suspected I knew who the main woman was whom he was seeing, and subsequently found out for sure. I even confronted her publicly about it when an embarrassing event happened, which I will not go into. I was certain she was no more aware of his former relationship witih me, than I had been of his with her, which turned out to be true.
Well, anyway, I was seeing a psychiatrist this whole time, as well as a therapist. Back then, in 1998, psychiatrists were human doctors, not automatons who were expected merely to do "meds management." (What a terrible way to end up, after all that training. The poor things. I really do feel sorry for them now.) But anyway, I loved my pdoc, and he became so worried about me he gave me a two hour appointment.
I told him how much I HATED this guy. He said, "Flo, there is love, and there is hate. The two are very closely aligned. But there is also INDIFFERENCE, Flo. INDIFFERENCE. And that is what you need to find."
So I came up with this: I would treat him like a scientific object. I would "put him on a slide" and "view him under a microscope." (See, he was court-assigned to serve lunch at the mental health day drop in center where I voluntarily went, and I desperately needed to go there. But he was ignoring me completely, and this other woman was there, and they were seen together, etc etc -- and the other people there knew he and I had been "a thing," and they loved both her AND me, and didn't know what to do, and oh God it was just terrible!). So I began to OBSERVE him. I would try to figure out what about his manner, his behavior, his looks, his voice, ANYTHING that would cause me to be attracted to men such as THAT.
It became really fun!!! In only a few days, he lost his "hook" on me, and I became quite disdainful of him. I played with "him" as a slide in my mind, sneered, STUDIED, and even made a few cool remarks designed to embarrass him.
It was totally fun.
So that is how I got to be INDIFFERENT to that cassanova.
But my wounding was still a terrible thing. I could no longer trust any man; it injured my sexuality, too. Not physically -- emotionally. It was not until I met Jim that I got over my fear of having sex with a man.
Flo