Ahem.
My ex is a highly intelligent, extremely creative guy. He works as an IT security admin for a cluster of law firms. No dummy here. And yet the women he's been involved with have been of lower functioning minds (present company excluded.) His best friend and my long time friend (one in the same) made that startling comparison once during a conversation where I was lamenting over the covert disrespectful ways he was always passing off to me as his altered version of love and affection (I was not aware he was an N at the time.) I asked him why my ex was able to remain friends with some of his exes and he said that was because the women he chose probably didn't have the combined sense to come in from a "shower of s**t" and it probably never ever occurred to them that he is/was belittling them and treating them badly.
Coupled with his sharp mind, he's a really attractive guy and could easily date a higher class of woment but instead he hangs out at pool joints drinking Mellow-Yellow and looking down his nose at the drunken riff-raff slobbering and slurring their affirmations at him (this by his own admission is a fulfilling and entertaining event.) *shakes head*
Why is this? He has to date below himself for "supply?" His equals would never put up with his crap so it makes perfect sense.
I may not be the pick of the litter or the brightest bulb in the light fixture but he didn't picked up me in some sleezy bar during "Bike Night." As a matter of fact the same aforementioned friend introduced us by dragging him along on a visit to my house during one of their motorcycle play-dates. (I must remember to send something dead to my friend for this egregious act.) Anyway. I'm a graphic artist who has enjoyed a long and healthy career in a design business of my own making. My IQ is way higher than my shoe size and I don't have anything leather hanging in my clothes closet. Further evidenced by the fact that his family remarked after meeting me that I was a one-eighty turn from his former companions who he undoubtedly devalued and discarded like yesterday's news. I was fortunate enough to walk away before that happened to me. Whew!
The thought that had occurred to me is this, regardless of your IQ if you can recognize the abuse and walk away, you're pretty darn smart.
Present company included.
Why am I ranting, I guess for all of us "empaths" out there who give our hearts and minds innocently in the name of love. I'm ranting for you if you walked away from an abusive relationship and are feeling depleted and confused. I'm ranting because I like ranting, it's very helpful while trying to shed the cloak of despair that emotional sadist can hang on you, even long after they're deleted from your contacts list.
Well, I feel better. I think.

Edited for "less" clarity. Geesh.