I recently received an e-mail asking for a little insight into the mind of an admitted womanizer with female abandonment issues. Sounds like someone I used to know. Who am I kidding, you all know that it sounds like me. Just read the profile. I can see why someone would come to me for insight. Sadly enough though, there is only so much I can do with the information I was given. Hence, this post will be more about the general issue of dealing with female abandonment and my own struggle to overcome those issues, rather than a specific “to do” list for the unfortunate person involved with this self centered womanizing jerk. I can say that, because it takes one to know one. I remember who I was, I was a self centered womanizing jerk, I just covered it up well. So, on with the post.
1st off, the abandonment issues are something that will never go away entirely. You (he) can recognize the behavior patterns and realize that it is being caused by being abandoned as a child, but that won't change it. He has to be willing to accept ownership of his emotions and reactions and then change his behavior. That was the hardest thing for me personally and I still struggle with it, the changing of the patterns of behavior that is. Taking ownership of your own issues is easy, you're an adult for goodness sakes. Man up, damn.
I am influenced in many ways, for example: I hate to be wrong. No, I LOATH being wrong. I would rather suffer the ignominy of falling down an escalator backwards and completely nude at the height of the Christmas shopping season when the heat was off (if you know about shrinkage then you understand) than to be proven wrong. I become a serious ass when I am wrong and will argue and twist what was said until the other person gives up or thinks they were wrong. It goes back to me thinking, as a 5 year old child, that I had done something to make my Mom leave. If I had been a better kid, nicer, smarter, cleaned my room more. . . . then she wouldn't have left. Yes, I know this is a ridiculous thought process. As an adult yes, to a 5 year old – not so much. The things we learn as a 5 year old affect how we act when we are 6, 11, 19, and so on. Over time we establish patterns of behavior to deal with our feelings of inadequacy. These are the defenses we use to prevent being hurt. Yes, I know that nothing I did caused the divorce, I know that nothing I did made my Mom not come to visit, or to write or call or any of that stuff. But if I'd have only been better, if maybe I was as perfect as I could be, then I would never feel that way again because no one would leave me ever again. It's rooted really deep inside me. So, I have gotten better, but I'm still an ass about being wrong. It’s just not every time or as much of an ass as before. It’s an ongoing struggle.
A lot of guys have issues from a previous girlfriend (s), their Father being absent or at work all the time, their mother either leaving or being too possessive, there are millions of things that screw us up. Eventually, a person has to take ownership of their issues and seek to change them. I was abandoned by my Mom when I was 5. It hurt. A lot. To compound that, my older sister ran away when I was 10, and I haven't heard from her in over 15 years. I don’t even know if she is alive. I can’t find her. I’ve tried. Again, a lot of hurt and “if I’d have been better!” Both affected me and caused me to build defenses against ever getting left by another woman. There are other contributing factors too, you just have to look a little deeper. My Dad had to work late to make ends meat so I saw him a lot less than was ideal. There was little or no support system for us kids so we really had too much free time. Dad was worried so much about the bills and us eating that he didn’t have the time, or really the capacity, to help us develop emotionally the way we should have. I recognize that he did the best he could, under the circumstances. Now I see that, but not as a kid. So, then I grew up, I had issues stemming from my childhood. My biggest issue was trusting a woman with my heart. Look, until you become a teen and hang out with your friends all the time, you're Mom and Sisters ARE the women in your life. Every woman that I ever loved, left ME. . . . . so I wasn't about to love another one so she could crush me too. If I was perfect, everything a woman ever wanted and she couldn't/wouldn't wait for me or if she wasn't damn near perfect too, then she wasn't good enough for me and I didn't want her.
To look back at who I was up until I decided to change is in order (helps to understand the changes necessary). Ironically, since I made such an effort to be "perfect", it made me more desirable to women. I'm polite, in good shape, I can dance, I listen well, I've worked really hard at learning a woman’s body so she always has great sex with me, I'm smart and helpful, I can do almost anything you need done. . . . I’ll say it. If I was a woman, I'd date me. Sad thing was, I was missing the most important part for a relationship, the ability to commit myself to a woman. I was great, if you wanted a good time with no strings. If you wanted the perfect date for any occasion. Meet the parents? Sure, they’ll love me. I can be whatever you need, just don’t expect me to stick it out for the long haul. Crazy thing, I actually was all those things. It wasn’t an act (remember, I had to be perfect – by my own standards).
I was so sure of my greatness (and believe me, the reaction I got from women more than reinforced it), that I was determined to never settle for someone unless they met all of my requirements. That is for another post, but let me just say I was being a little selective. Not just in looks, but in everything else too. My selection pool was severely limited. To a potential mate that is. You want a date and some fun? A lot of good sex? Someone to show off and adore you? Call me up baby, I’m your man. . . . as long as you meet my minimum standards of looks and personality that is. Another thing, there were far more that DIDN”T meet the criteria than did. No easy come desperate chicks for me. I made an art out of seduction, out of making her want me, of getting her to pursue me. Then I’d let myself get “caught”, but I’d never let myself fall. . . . in love that is.
See, every woman believes that she will be the one to turn his head around and make him want to be exclusive. Make him fall in love and propose and promise to be faithful. In reality, the guy decides when he is ready to be married (mostly independent of any thought about who he is dating, if anyone - hard to believe huh - it's true) and he usually proposes to the current or next girl he dates (95% of the time this is the case). *It does not matter if he loves you or not. I repeat, when a guy decides he is ready for marriage, he almost immediately gets engaged. . . . regardless of who he is dating.* As a lifelong friend of mine once said, “You get tired of chasing all those chicken headed ho’s”. . . . . one of the all time great things spoken and 100% accurate.
There is a large distinction between saying, “I love you” and “I’m in love with you”. . . . until you actually say I’m in love with you. Then they become the same thing. I can say with all honesty that I never said I love you to someone just for sex, or if I didn’t love them. I just wasn’t “in” love with them. Semantics again, but it was just a lame justification I used then. A literal instead of figurative meaning. I knew what she was going to think so I would tell her the 1st time that I loved her but I wasn't in love with her. . . . yet. But every time I'd say it after that I'd leave that part out and she'd think I meant it the other way after a while.
Sorry, I was a jerk. I’m much better now. This concludes the “why I have the right to tell someone how to change” portion of the post. . . . because I did it, mostly, kinda still doing it – but mostly as maintenance and not repair. I’m close to having it all straightened out. At least this issue anyway.
I could continue, but I could go on for days about some of the things I did in my past and why but that is really far too much for this post so I will try and summarize. If you want to hear the sordid details of my past or understand the mindset and self-delusions that go into the justification process of a womanizer, then let me know. I’ll do a follow-up post to enlighten you on the twisted mind of a “Player” and why what he does works on you. Don’t hate the Playa baby, he’s got serious issues!
In Summary:
It can be done, the childhood overcome, the womanizing too. If he’s ready, if he sees that he is broken inside and it affects him in every part of his life. If he wants to be better, then with honest thought, reflection and a genuine attempt to modify his own behavior it can be done. Most people get to the “who can I blame” part and realize that taking ownership of their problems means work and they settle for blaming others. Most people never try and change, a lot give up because it’s too hard, some actually get to where they have dealt with all their baggage and have overcome it. Well, that’s the theory anyway. If I ever get there then I’ll let you know if there are others. I now have to go and hug my wife for loving me in spite of my past. Don’t be too harsh in the comments, I have changed.
Basically, as I see it you have 3 possibilities.**
1: He realizes he has issues, wants to change and makes a legitimate effort to overcome his behavior patterns and, after a couple of years, reaches a point where it is no longer controlling him. It still influences him, but it doesn't own him. A couple years later he is a new man and all is well. There will be an occasional reversion to old self for very short periods of time, a few days here and there.
2: He says he has issues and gives lip service to changing, but he is not ready/willing to put in the effort to fix it. He will basically spread a new coat of paint over himself to make it look like it is all better but will almost immediately revert back and act like nothing ever happened. If you stick around, he may eventually decide to actually change but you will probably be so full of resentment that you kill him in his sleep or he will marry the girlfriend after you and make you feel like shit "because you dated him for 3 years and that bitch was engaged to him after 2 months"
3:He has no intention of changing because he doesn’t think anything is wrong with him. In his mind, he is more manly if he sleeps around a lot. All the women want him, hell they may even fight over him (personal experience – a few times). Why the hell would he change? Just because he’s got a different hot chick every few months, does whatever he wants, whenever he wants and gets a little side action every now and again, all of his buddies think he’s the “MAN”. Shoot, he’s the man they all aspire to be. And a MAN doesn’t let anyone tell him what to do, so he puts off and stalls until you finally get frustrated enough to dump him. He moves on, that way he can be the dumpee. He’s not the bad guy. You were the crazy bitch who “kept pressuring him for marriage and all he was asking for was a little more time. He was committed to you, but he just had a few issues/job commitments/crazy family stuff to work through before getting married, but YOU couldn’t wait.” You’re a bitch and he’s a Prince to the next girl, who already sees him as “almost ready to marry”, so maybe she’ll be the one to tip the scales. . . . . that much easier of a conquest. . . . . . .
* This is providing that the guy has the opportunity and providence to date and the necessary social skills to have a woman stick around for a while. Those without these skills may propose to every woman they date. . . . . sometimes on the 1st date.
** Eventually every man moves from 3 to 2 in the course of their life. It might take 25 years or be when they get too old to womanize, but eventually they do. To get to #1 takes personal choice and commitment.
Friday, January 12, 2007
You would so have loved me and wanted to kick my ass at the same time.
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Awwww spiffy *big hug* all I can say is “their loss”!
Honestly, you kinda sound like you used to be a prick, but you know what, I wouldn’t change anything. It’s not what you have or experience that defines you, it’s your own reaction towards it. Everything you have gone through, the good and the bad, have resulted in making you the person you are today. And that’s not all that shabby – totally adore you bro!
I’m glad that you had the strength to break the vicious cycle, cuz many ppl tend to repeat that kinda behaviour, not knowing (or caring) what kinda reactions and consequences their behaviour have on other. Where there’s a will, there’s always a way…
Very interesting read Spiffy, I don't have much else to say.
Nah, Crashie, I was bad, but not that bad. It sounds a lot worse than it actually was. I never ended a relationship as anything other than good friends. I would continue to see them socially, and occasionally romantically again for years afterwards. I was essentially Mount Everest. I was a challenge to be conquered. There wew some who came close, but circumstances or a well timed interlude made it impossible. If you try to scale Everest and don't summit, do you hate the mountain. No, you go back down, regroup and try again. Nobody died scaling me. . . . except for the little death as Shakespeare put it.
It all worked out how it was supposed to. My only regreat is that the general # of women made things very hard for my wife to accept me as genuine. It took her a while to realize I was for real. Occasionally it pops up to haunt me, but for the most part, everything is good. Like I said, I really wanted to learn the "right moves" and that wouldn't have happened without practice. . . . that's my most convincing excuse. . . . do you buy it?
Ok, Chicky, that's not exactly what I was looking for but I can accept it. It is not every day you get confronted by someone you thought of as nearly angelic* opens up their closet and kicks out a few skeletons for you to examine. Maybe the next post will inspire you.
* if by angelic you mean someone you might spend a little time with and have some fun, but definately wouldn't take home to meet the parents.
Are you sure we didn't date for a couple of years? You remember, right before you screwed me over for that other chick with boobs.
What I want to know is if, during your playboy daze, you realized AT THAT TIME that you were using the women, or if that revelation came later. I can't explain why I can't decide which is worse.
Wow, this is a deep one... What else do I say? Oh gosh, I just looked at CB's comment. We're sharing a brain again.
And that excuse works? Wow, I'm impressed - cuz you have to be a real smoothtalker convincing your wifey to believe that BS bro ;)
Julene, good to hear from you again. To answer your questions: No, I am sure we never dated. You are just now in college, I have been with my wife for 10 years, doing the math, that would have made you pre-teen during this phase of my life. I never dumped chicks for other chicks so, no again. Finally, Yes and No. I have another installment of the post to put up and then I am going to address some of the comments and deeper motives. I can explain a lot then and maybe clear up a few things for everyone who now looks at me like I was evil incarnate. I can honestly say that I never cheated on anyone I dated in an established monogamous relationship. Remember, by the 3rd date at the latest, we had established a non-exclusive status. If you assume we are exclusive at a later date and do not discuss it with me, well it seems like that's not my fault.
I am a smooth talker Crashie, but that's not my real answer to the question of why. It really is that I was a child then. Once I grew up and accepted my responsibilities as a man, I changed. I was in the process of changing by the time I met my wife to be. She is just very understanding and accepts that I was a victim** of my childhood and then accepted responsibility and began the process of becoming who I wanted to be and not who life had shaped me to be.
**by victim I am saying I was not mature enough yet to understand why I was the way I was, just that I was a certain way even when I tried not to be. A child doesn't know why they are eating the bug, they just know that they want to eat the bug. As an adult, I know my daughter is eating the bug (trying to eat the bug) because one of the way she learns is by using her senses. A big part of her life centers around food right now. She can learn about the bug, piece of dirt, stick, leaf, unknown object of questionable origin, etc but chewing on it. Taste, texture, flavor, consistency, and more subtle clues too.
Not really sure why you got displaced from that comment Jill, it must have been a cut and past error on my part. Oops. I understand this is a deeper self reflecting post and brings up some not so savory pieces from my past. It also brings into question the sincerity of my other posts as well as my believability when it comes to moral or ethical behavior. I know this, I know it is difficult to disassociate the past from the present and the history from the man. I feel my track record speaks louder than what I was almost a decade ago. Holy crap am I getting old. Thanks for the comment, I have to go cry now.
Everyone Anyway, I just have to remind people that diamonds start out as coal. You don't look at the ring on your finger and think, you were such a dirty miserable chuck of worthless crap at one time and I can't stand you for it. No, you look at the precious gem you have and smile and think you are the greatest thing ever. I appreciate
Awww i was just pulling your leg bro - you already know I love ya you big dope *hugz*
I am truly happy that you have found a compassionate, understanding, warm & lovable wifey, who loves you with all your faults, mistakes, quirkiness that makes you spiffy :)
Cuz you really deserve it - infact everybody deserves to be respected, heared, to love and be loved back in return....
I hate to be wrong too. Therefor I never am. I'm always right. Once, I though I might be wrong, but that turned out to have been a mistake... ;)
But does it really matter what you were if you (and others) like what you've become? Sometimes I think we judge our younger selves too harshly because we judge them on the present, not the past.
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