Because, at first, sociopaths can be a dream come true. They think nothing of wearing a mask until they get what they want...for weeks, months, years.
So they are basically addictive: they can be impossibly perfect because it is an act. They are what the victim wants. Until, they aren’t anymore.
I was thinking about that this morning. Some people can try alcohol, and no problem, others, become alcoholics. It's as if the guy is the alcohol, and I am the alcoholic.
Just as it doesn't mean that alcohol makes everyone addicted, not everyone falls in love with this type of guy. But I'm the kind that does. Which means that next time, when I see the red flags, I won't think "he's like that, but I can stay friends with him, and that's it", just like an alcoholic says "just one drink never killed any body, nothing happens".
I knew with who I was dealing. I knew it the very next day of starting to text. I actually told him the equivalent of "I'm an alcoholic, I can't have even one drink of you", but sure enough, a few minutes later I said the equivalent of "Oh well, one drink won't hurt", and the rest is history.
Things happen for a reason, though. I hadn't felt loved for many years, and he made me feel loved. I was desperate for the emotional intimacy that I didn't have in my marriage. He gave me that.
In reality, I needed him. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had the courage to end up a marriage that was terrible for me and my kids. Now we have a house where we feel safe, where there's peace. And that is the best gift of all.
"No good marriage ever finished in divorce", I recently heard. People sometimes think that divorce is terrible, and it's because they are not able to see the suffering of the wife (or the other partner), or because they are unable to see that the so called "good marriage" that everybody sees (even their own children) is just a facade that it's brewing more, and worst, horrible stories for the future. I used to be afraid of what my husband could end up doing during any of his Mr. Hyde's episodes. Now, I am not afraid anymore. I can breath in peace.
I am glad that, for this time, I didn't follow the warning signals of the person that was flirting with me. If I had, I would most probably still be living with my ex husband, and the mere thought of that, makes me shiver. There isn't a single day that goes by, that I am not glad that he is not living with us anymore.
Now, for the future. No more exciting guys that had bad mothers. Next time, I will run the other way. Why? Because I want to have a real, stable relationship. That's why. I don't need excitement anymore.