I get the same letter here at Chump Lady over and over again. It goes like this:

I know he’s a liar and a cheat. He did 14,357 unspeakable things (all described). I can’t let go because I know if I do, he’s going to change and be different for the other woman! And after all this work I’ve done, all this history we have, I will miss out! I wouldn’t be able to bear it — the two of them together being perfect while my life sucks! Help. 

(Forgive the gender pronouns. It works in reverse too. Men have the same fears their wives will be fabulous for the other man.)

I suffered from a bad case of They’re Going to Be Better for Someone Else myself. Which, when I look back on it, was pretty delusional. I was wife #3 and all the marriages ended over his infidelities. Years later, I got the validation as well that he’s still the same old scumbag when someone wrote a profile on him at Cheaterville.com, saying he targets single mothers. (I was a single mother. The OW was a single mother… with his kid.) Oh, but at the time of the marriage, I was truly stricken by the thought that I was going to miss out on something wonderful if I got Mr. Cheaterpants out of my life.

Because, you know, he did the “remorse.” He did the therapy. And the problem was, I wasn’t patient for the results. Or so he told me. It didn’t seem to be sticking, all that insight and sorriness. But when I thought that the OW would get him? Suddenly I could imagine him 100% new and improved… for her.

WTF?

What is going ON here?

A few thoughts.

1) You’ve bought into the idea at some level that the problem is you. You’re not special. You’re not worthy. They only act this way because you are lacking in some fundamental way. The Reconciliation Industrial Complex bombards chumps with this message too. What was missing from the marriage that made them cheat? And cheaters are so very good at the blameshifting, sending you the same message, that hey you suck, you didn’t do enough to keep me satisfied. All you know for sure is that you aren’t enough. Then they try to keep you off balance so you’ll do the Pick Me dance so they can keep eating cake. It’s all very natural to wonder if the other person isn’t the magic elixir that will make them happy.

Because that is what’s important here — their happiness. You’ve bought into that too.

2) You’ve been on ego kibble starvation rations. When you’re with a cheater narcissist, you give an infinite number more kibbles than you receive. We all need some kibbles, especially from our partners. But when you’re on starvation kibble rations, those kibbles take on an inflated value. Every now and then, your cheater will sparkle, just enough to keep you hooked. And being at the center of the laserbeam of sparkles is addictive. So when you see your partner turning on the sparkles for someone else? You turn into Gollum. My precious kibbles! My precious!

They like it like that. Keeps you dancing for them. Keeps them in cake.

3) You have tunnel vision because of the sunk costs. It’s galling and depressing beyond words to consider the wasted time and energy spent on a bad relationship. You want something for your investment. You’ve been putting fistfuls of quarters into that slot machine and now it’s going to pay off for some other idiot? Hell no!

The house always wins. Your cheater is keeping the quarters. They already spent them. Sure, they might spit out a few here and there to keep you playing. But please just walk away. Let the next sucker play the rigged game.

4) I believe in miracles. Let’s say they change. Does it really change the 14,357 unspeakable things they did? I had to get to the point where I didn’t care anymore if he was Mr. Perfect for someone else. He wasn’t Mr. Perfect for ME. Those unspeakable things were deal breakers. I couldn’t trust him again. It was destroyed. I had to walk away from my investment.

Chumps need to trust that they suck. Could they be better? I suppose some of them could, sure. But they CHOOSE not to be. Put another way — they’re really good at selling, but not so good at sealing the deal. Who doesn’t love sparkles? You did. The other person does, now, at first. But for whatever reason, these people don’t enjoy commitment, they enjoy selling. They’re snake oil salesman. Like all salesmen, they project an air of exclusivity — act now! This is very, very special! But it’s rubbish, and then they’re on to the next town.

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Kissing Your Abuser

by Chump Lady on June 18, 2013

Is anyone else following the story of Charles Saatchi choking his wife Nigella Lawson in public this week? For those catching up on it, the billionaire asshole was dining with his celebrity chef wife Nigella Lawson and there was a fight, in which he grabbed her neck — not once, but repeatedly, was menacing, yelled at her, she wept and then — the part she’s getting crucified for in the media — when he stopped, she kissed him.

Saatchi, being the sort of disordered wing nut we can all relate to here at Chump Lady, minimized his actions and said it was a “playful tiff” and he was holding Lawson’s neck to  ”emphasize his point.”  You know, I wonder how that goes down at stockholder meetings for Saatchi. If he doesn’t have everyone in half-Nelsons. Choking being an acceptable form of communication for the guy.

Clearly Saatchi feels entitled to humiliate his wife in public. You wonder what other sort of things he feels entitled to do behind closed doors. But tongues are wagging, some in sympathy, some in condemnation, and some in bewilderment — that as this fight was going on, she pleaded with him and she kissed him.

When I read that I totally could relate. I knew then that Nigella Lawson was part of the chump collective. If you haven’t lived with Mr. or Mrs. Scary yourself, well perhaps you can’t relate. Lawson was doing a version of the Pick Me dance, a cha cha we’ll call Placate You. It’s based in that same mistaken assumption that if we’re just kind enough and worthy enough, the abuser will Stop Doing Terrible Things.

Look how much I love you. Look how wrong this is. See how devoted I am. See how I am trying to stay calm in the face of your rage. See how I am trying to disarm your accusations that make no sense to me. Let’s try to figure this out together. Let’s try to achieve consensus. Don’t you love me? I know you love me. I love you. My love for you will rise above this. My love for you is BETTER than this way you are behaving right now.

And so she kissed him.

Some say she “submitted” to him. That’s one way to look at it. I see it as two people on totally different wavelengths. Lawson doesn’t understand that, as Dr. George Simon says “It’s not that he doesn’t see, he disagrees.” He WANTS to be abusive. He knows what the accepted rules of conduct are in public when dining with your wife, when fighting with your wife, and they do not apply to him. He feels ENTITLED to treat her like shit. No, not just entitled, he gets off on it. It’s about control.

Nigella Lawson still thinks it’s about love. And that is why she kissed him.

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Three Marriages, One Name Change

June 18, 2013

On Huffington Post today.  For 43 years I was Tracy Sutton. A good, solid WASP-y name, if a bit juvenile. (At least I don’t spell it Traci with a heart over the “i”). No one mispronounced it. Rarely was I ever asked how do you spell Sutton? And Sutton enjoys a certain Google imperviousness. I [...]

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Dear Chump Lady, Please decode the cake

June 17, 2013

Dear Chump Lady, Please help me to decode this. I have been in a relationship with my partner for 2.5 years. When we met, he told me he was divorced. I queried as to why, and he advised that he and his wife had married young. (He was 27) and that they had simply grown apart [...]

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Dear Chump Lady, Happy Father’s Day. Or else.

June 15, 2013

Dear Chump Lady, I am new to your blog, and I can’t tell you how happy I am to have found it. I have been married for 34 years, and have three intelligent, gorgeous daughters all in their 20s. They were devastated when the truth came out about the asshole they have for a dad. [...]

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Dear Chump Lady, Where’s my Meh?

June 13, 2013

Dear Chump Lady, I have worked really hard as seeing the STBX for what he really is. Gave up with the ego kibbles, stopped playing pick me, worked on myself, went to therapy, made new friends and hobbies. But I just can’t get to “meh.” I am constantly angry and hating him for cheating for [...]

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Write a Dating Profile for Your Ex

June 11, 2013

After Eddie’s letter yesterday, (the poor guy who got a DDay 49 days into his marriage), I thought, God that woman sounds like such a bottom feeder…. she’d be perfect for my ex. I wish I could fix them up. I realize that probably wouldn’t work, because cheaters choose chumps. We’re better kibbles. (Fellow narcissists don’t [...]

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Dear Chump Lady, She cheated 49 days into our marriage. WTF?

June 10, 2013

Dear Chump Lady So thankful that I found your blog. My narcissistic, bipolar, bisexual, substance abusing, money spending wife cheated on me in 49 days of marriage or less. (Married last October 20th, Dday Dec. 8th) The piece of shit that she cheated with was at my bachelor party (not invited, showed up with friends [...]

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Psychotic Individualism and the Amish

June 9, 2013

I’ve been away the last week inspecting farms. You might imagine that Chump Lady spends her days penning snark about infidelity, but actually, I have a bit of another life as a freelance writer and organic farm inspector. Well, inspector in training. To officially put my shingle out there, I had to do an apprenticeship [...]

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Dear Chump Lady, How can I get my mom to leave my cheater dad?

June 7, 2013

Dear Chump Lady, I only discovered your site a few days ago and you have made me feel SO MUCH BETTER about what I’m going through. By way of background — I am a Chump Daughter. My parents are currently going through a divorce. The marriage was for 25 years and has always been dysfunctional. [...]

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