14 Things You Do That Make You CATNIP For Assh*les

It might not be them. It might be you.

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Ahh, that perennial dating black hole: the assh*le.

They don’t call when they say they will. They don’t show up when expected. They brood at social gatherings with friends and family. You’re fairly certain they’re cheating on you in office cubicles, toilet stalls and perhaps even in your own bed.

There are some people for whom the dyed-in-Charmin Assh*le holds no charm. These annoyingly emotionally healthy people kick Assh*les to the curb once they’ve disappointed them for the very first time.


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Then there are the rest of us. We will suffer Assh*les gladly for weeks, months, nay years at a time. I was an Assh*le-magnet for approximately 10 years. Assh*les could sniff out my needy co-dependence from 100 miles away as the crow flies.


It took me those 10 years to ferret out just exactly what kind of Doormat Musk I was emitting in order to get rid of it. Which is how I discovered the 14 reasons why you attract the wrong guys.

Transition Counseling Services offers this list of personality traits which are common in the partners of abusers:

1. You have an intense need for love and affection.

2. You have low self-esteem.

3. You are alcohol or drug dependent.

4. You have a background involving emotional abuse.

5. You were an adult child.

6. You have Co-dependent Personality Disorder.



7. You gain a sense of self-worth by taking care of your Assh*le.

8. You have an inability to set boundaries.

9. You have difficulty expressing anger.

10. You believe things will change if you just try harder.

11. You’ve made repeated and unsuccessful attempts to leave the relationship.

12. You had parents unable to accept responsibility for their behavior and actions.

13. You are a highly sensitive person.



(I will feel the feelings that I think you are feeling when you are actually feeling nothing at all.)

In her article "The Relationship Between Sensitive People and Narcissists," Deborah Ward of Psychology Today says:

“What is it about sensitive people and narcissists that create such an attraction and leaves such a trail of destruction? HSPs are compassionate and empathetic by nature. We feel other people’s pain instinctively and want to help. In addition, narcissists are experts at manipulation and control, so they will use your big heart for their own.

HSPs can feel such intense love and compassion for people that we can believe our love can heal others. And often other people are so amazed and relieved by receiving this much love and understanding, they respond with enormous gratitude and often flattery.


Sensitive people respond to this praise by feeling good about ourselves and feeling needed and so we give more. But as this pattern continues, we end up giving until we’ve got nothing left and are getting nothing in return, under the mistaken belief that if we just give a little more, it will be enough.”

I recommend reading the article in its entirety. It really demystifies the push-me-pull-you relationship with the Assh*le.

14. You have a generational susceptibility to assh*les.



Putting up with Assh*lery is a genetic predisposition. Like all forms of abuse, from the minor — unpredictability, inconsistency — to the most extreme — traumatic physical abuse — cycles of abuse can be generational. Those of us who come from generations of Assh*lery are the most susceptible to the seasoned Assh*le. He can somehow sniff out our doormatish-ness from a country mile away.

I come from a long line of men and women who loved Assh*les.

My paternal great-grandmother was married to an alcoholic who never came home from work on weeknights but stayed home on weekends to get blotto. He terrified his children so much they hid under the house.

My paternal grandfather was a kind man who, unfortunately, had an inveterate gambling addiction. This forced my dad to start working at age seven, and no matter how much money my dad accrues, it will never be enough to make him feel safe.


My maternal grandmother married three times. Her second marriage was to a skirt-chaser who would be married a total of seven times before he took his last breath.

My first stepfather, Nick, seems to be the template from which I drew my two long-term Assh*les. Nick spent much of his marriage to my mom lying, cheating and just generally being a moody bastard who got mad at her for being mad at him when he behaved like an Assh*le.

In turn, my mother became so embroiled in the drama of this marriage that she wasn’t always a present mother and eventually couldn’t be my primary custodian so I had to move in permanently with my dad and stepmom when I was nine. I’m proud to say my mom broke this generational cycle of emotional abuse when she married her final husband and real love, Guido.

Despite my ancestors’ best efforts, by the time I came of dating age I’d absorbed inconsistency, neglect, lying, cheating and disrespect on a cellular level. Because these behaviors were so familiar to me, because these behaviors felt like home, it became almost impossible for me to avoid Assh*les and find real love.


If you come from generations of assh*les, you, too, may not be able to determine what behavior is acceptable.

And while the pain of being the victim of this abuse in all of its varying forms and extremities is no laughing matter, it’s important to be able to find the humor in our situations.



This is one of the first indicators that there’s hope for us because we’re resilient and willing to get into the audience of our own lives long enough to see how ridiculous our lives have become. And from this humble place, change is possible.