Warning! This story includes a naughty word – however – this word is necessary – because its shock-value is what catapulted me to change my life. I share this naughty word now with only the most loving intentions – hoping it might be an empowering caffeinated jolt to any sleeping spirits out there!
About a decade and a half ago I used to joke that for me all dating should be re-named ‘blind-dating” – and instead of saying I was “seeing someone right now” – I should be more honest, and say, “I’m dimly viewing someone.”
I remember I was once “dimly viewing” this particular guy. I’ve written about him before – explaining how every time I said this guy’s name, my girlfriends would sing the theme song to Batman. Not because this man looked great in black Spandex tights. No, no. It was because he was a bad man.
“Dadadadadadada Bad-man! Bad-man!” my girlfriends would sing, right after I’d finish telling a particularly bad Bad-man episode—of which there were many.
Let’s call this ex of mine “Bruce Wayne” – to protect his not-so-innocent secret identity.
Today I want to share something I never told you about Bruce.
Ready?
Bruce’s “dadadadadada bad-behavior” began very early on – a few weeks into our relationship.
Yep, right out of the gate Bruce displayed what I felt were highly controlling and paranoically jealous behaviors.
Yet I continued to date him.
I even went away with Bruce for a week-long vacation in Turkey – where we had a very big fight one evening. I made a silly joke to our Turkish waiter – who then laughed – and touched my shoulder before he left our table. Bruce then became convinced that I was flirting with this Turkish waiter. He specifically wanted to know if I’d rather be dating this waiter – a man who could barely speak English – plus lived well beyond a 5,000-mile radius of my zip code. I kept reassuring Bruce I was not the teeniest bit interested in this Turkish dude – yet Bruce refused to talk to me for a full two days of our vacation!
When I came home from vacation, I sought out therapy. I found a nice older psychotherapist, named Sid, who eventually became like a “grandfather from another great-grand-mother.” I adored Sid.
“You’ll never believe what Bruce said/did last night,” I’d begin each and every therapy session. And then I’d launch into another “Dadadadadadada Bad-man Episode”!
“Bruce said he doesn’t want me to have brunch with girlfriends on weekends anymore – unless he comes along.”
“Bruce told me he doesn’t want me to take an evening painting class – because he thinks I just want to meet someone.”
Or… “Bruce told me he doesn’t want me to go to the gym – because he thinks I just want to meet someone.”
“Bruce told me he doesn’t like it when I come home happy from work – because he worries I enjoy work more than him! He actually became angry the other day because I came home so happy!”
And so, the toxic love continued
Each week I’d tell Sid story after story – quickly followed by rationalization after rationalization – always explaining why I should stay with Bruce.
“You know what your problem is Karen?” Sid asked me one session. “You’re so smart, you’re stupid.”
I laughed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You are able to over-think things so much – that you wind up talking yourself out of what you already know.”
“So you think I should break up with Bruce?” I asked.
Sid sighed loudly. “I’m a therapist. I’m not supposed to tell you what to do. But if you want my honest opinion… I can’t believe you’re gonna stay with him when he’s an asshole.”
“Wow! I can’t believe you just called Bruce an a***hole,” I said. “But you’re right, he is an a**hole.”
“Actually, I didn’t call HIM an a**hole! I called YOU an a**hole. You heard me wrong. I said, ‘If you continue to stay with Bruce, then YOU are an a**hole.’”
“What? I’m not the a**hole! Bruce is the a**hole!”
“At this point, Karen, if you stay with Bruce knowing what you know – then YOU are the a**hole.”
“I’m the a**hole?” I repeated this word out loud – a word as opposite in content as a mantra could ever be – but alas, more powerful than any mantra I’d ever used.
This word “a**hole” became my wake up call!
Sid was right. If I stayed with someone who was so very toxic to my well being – then I became the A**hole to me – for allowing this soul-crushing, freedom-squelching relationship to continue!
“Listen, Karen,” Sid said, “at this point in therapy we are simply wasting time talking about Bruce – and how messed up he is. Quite frankly, you are only using stories about Bruce to distract yourself from your real issues – and the important inner work you have to do on yourself. It’s time we talk about the white elephant in the room: your wounds! There’s obviously something very wounded inside of you, that you feel the need to stay with Bruce – when he is so toxic.”
So toxic
Although this story happened well over a decade ago, I think about it often. I particularly think about it whenever I’ve found myself starting to enter into what I intuit might be a toxic relationship –be it in love, business or friendship.
Also, I feel if we’re not careful we can all find ourselves wasting a lot of precious tick-tocking time complaining about how badly someone is behaving towards us. We waste that time on toxic love.
I believe we need to stop asking questions like:
“Why is this person treating me this way?”
“Why did this person do that crappy thing to me?”
“What is wrong with this person?”
“Are they an a**hole?”
“Are they a sociopath?”
“Is this person a narcissist?”
“Isn’t this person simply just a terrible person?”
The really important questions we should be asking instead are:
“What did I miss in the vetting process that I allowed this person into my life?”
“What is wounded inside me that I choose/chose to stay with this person for as long as I do/did?”
“How can I grow from this experience – so it doesn’t repeat itself into a bad pattern?”
“Do I want to make this a story about how I was a victim – or how I became a victor?”
“Do I want to waste my time, thoughts and energy on toxicity or use it for a higher purpose?”
“Aren’t I wise and strong for how I moved on to be with better people and live better days?”



