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The Tools Of A Narcissist

Imagine if you will; you’ve been on your own for almost a year, or maybe it’s even been a couple of years; however long it’s been since you left the narcissist who feasted on your heart and you are finally whole.

You’ve done alot of hard work putting the pieces of your life together, you have found a new you under all the pain and confusion. You are feeling stronger and you’ve set new healthy boundaries, no man is ever going to have that control over you again.

You’ve been dating, nothing too serious and you doubt you will ever meet another man who will stir up the passion you had with the narcissist. But that’s ok because it was that passion that brought you to your knees and made you sacrifice everything.

Life is ok and you are ok with just ok. No passion, but no emotional roller coaster either.

Then, the phone rings. You check call display, it’s become a habit, he hasn’t called in months, a year? You used to count the hours, days, since you last talked to him but it’s been so long you’ve lost count. Your heart stops, it’s him. You stare at the phone, your mind races; you wonder why he’s calling now, what could he possibly say now, remember; “curiosity killed the cat”.

Oh but damn, it’s so hard to put that phone down and walk away. You’re stronger now, you just want to see what he has to say, you think this is your chance to tell him what you really think of him, you’re on to his games, he won’t be able to suck you back into his web of bullshit this time. You know what you are dealing with this time. And……you answer.

Hello?

Him in his soft, I couldn’t hurt a fly, soaked in honey voice,”Baby, I was afraid you wouldn’t answer. I don’t know if I should call or not, I just wanted to hear your voice. I need to know if you are ok.”

You, “You shouldn’t have called.”

Him, “Sorry. But it is really good to hear your voice.” he laughs nervously. “Are you doing ok?”

You’re forcing yourself to not smile. (He said it was good to hear your voice!! Heart get out of my throat) “I am doing good, no thanks to you! You really hurt me, left me with nothing but your shit and bills to clean up.”

Him in an even softer voice, “I know, and I am SO sorry. I will pay you back, that’s partly why I am calling. I’m finally making some decent money and you’re the first person I felt guilty about, I HAVE to try to make things right. I can’t live with myself knowing I hurt you……..I know I didn’t tell you enough, but you are the only woman I’ve ever loved.”

You are thrown off guard. He just admitted he did you wrong, he just basically apologized, he never admitted fault before! What’s going on?

He continues, “Look, I know you have every reason to not believe me and I don’t expect anything from you. I don’t want to disrupt your life, I know I screwed it up and I have to live with my mistakes and the fact that it’s my fault I lost the only woman who ever really loved me and understood me, my soul mate. I just want the opportunity to at least pay you back.”

You, “I guess that would be ok. But I am seeing someone and have a new life now.”

Him, “I understand. You have found someone else. As long as you are happy, you deserve to be happy. I hope he treats you like the queen you are.”

You, “He’s a nice guy.”

Him, “Can I call you again?”

You, “I guess.”

Him with a sigh of relief, “Thank you Babe, that’s all I can ask of you. Thank you!”

You, “No biggie”. You are struggling to keep calm and sound indifferent but your mind is screaming, “What the hell is going on??!”

You, “Ok, well I should probably go.”

Him, “of course. I’m sorry to babble. I’ve missed you.”

You, “I used to miss you too.”

Him, “Babe?.”

You, “Yeah.”

Him, “There’s a song that always makes me think of you, Do You Drink About Me, just wanted you to know, it’s probably silly, forget I said anything. Sorry. I’ll let you go.” And in a barely audible whisper you think you hear him say, “I love you….”

*Click*

You, “Alexa? Play  Do You Drink About Me.

DON’T GO DOWN THAT RABBIT HOLE!!!

He has accomplished exactly what he set out to do. 

1. Get you thinking about him, wondering why he called now, what does he want, did he really say “I love you”, is he really sorry, has he changed??!!

2. Make you doubt yourself. 

3. Remind you that it wasn’t all bad.

4. Remind you of the passion and connection you had in the beginning.

5. Open the door, even a crack so he can slither back into your life.

And slither he will, just like the snake that he is. Once he is back in your life it won’t take long before you will be right back where you were. 

He’ll leave you alone for a few days, maybe send a text saying how good it was to hear your voice.

Then the next day, another text. “Have you listened to our song yet? I just heard it and thought of you.” (Notice now it is our song)

That night, “Still drinking of you. Goodnight Babe. Sweet dreams. I’ll be dreaming of you.”

Oh you would have to be a hard hearted Hannah to not start to weaken.

This is why No Contact is so vitally important. 

My next post. What To Do When The Narcissist Says All The Right Things.

 

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An Aha Moment About Covert Narcissism

I don’t have many epiphany’s or aha moments about narcissists any more. I have visited so many blogs, listened to so many stories and watched so many videos that I rarely come across something that makes me think, “OMG That was my ex!”: In the beginning everything I came across brought up that reaction.

I watched a video this morning from the Spartan Life Coach, who I love by the way because he says it like it is and even has a sense of humor; I often feel while watching his videos that I am just sitting with him in his living room talking and not like he is reciting from a script. Anyway, about this video; it is about the Covert Narcissist and the difference between a Covert and a Classic Narcissist. I haven’t delved too deeply into Covert, Overt, or any of the other “types” of narcissism because to me the traits are all so similar and really, if you are being abused; that is all that should matter and not what type of narcissist is abusing you.

But I have noticed that there are subtle differences between narcissists from the stories of victims who share on the blog and I can see where someone might think, “My narcissist never did that, so maybe he isn’t a true narcissist and so maybe the relationship has hope.” Put that thought right out of your mind!! just because a person doesn’t seem to have ALL the traits doesn’t mean they aren’t a narcissist, and besides that, it doesn’t matter what you call it, abuse is abuse. Like the Spartan Coach says in the beginning of the video, If you are on the net looking for answers about your partner because you know something is wrong but you can’t put your finger on it, there is a very good chance you are with a narcissist, because in a normal relationship, a person does not go looking for answers to their partner’s behavior.

Here is the link to the video Spartan Coach ,it is 45 minutes long, I wasn’t going to watch it to the end but I found myself wanting to hear everything he had to say. My ex didn’t fit every single trait to a T but there were some things that stood out to me that my ex did and not all victims can relate to, probably because my ex is covert and the other victim’s were with a more classic narcissist. Like I said, it really doesn’t matter, covert or whatever, narcissist is a narcissist is a narcissist, it’s like trying to classify the devil, evil is evil.

do gooder

The things that stood out for me that were different about my ex to many of the narcissists I have heard about was his wanting to “rescue” people. It is one of the things that made it so hard for me to accept he was a narcissist. Selfish people, self-centered people don’t go around rescuing people, nice people do that, not abusive people. (that is what I used to think) He presented such a  benevolent image to the outside world, it was very hard to not doubt myself when he did such horrible things to me, it was such a contradiction. I loved the charitable part of my ex that I saw and it just didn’t add up that the man who would spend all night helping a stranded motorist could come home and hit me.

I can’t count how many times we would be driving in his flat deck (he had a truck that could carry a vehicle and he always had tools on his truck and he was amazing at fixing vehicles and “McGyvering” something) we would see a car broken down on the side of the road and we would stop to help. He never drove past a broken down vehicle, ever and I never minded, I was always proud of his skills and thought it was wonderful that he was willing to help people. I loved watching him, I would fill with pride and he was always so humble and helpful, I loved when we helped someone. He was at his very best at those times and usually he would be in a good mood for a while afterwards too. I thought he was getting that feeling we all get when we help someone, it feels good to do something nice for someone but he was not feeling good for the same reason I was feeling good, it was more of an ego thing for him, it made him look good, he was powerful and the savior, the hero.  There were times we loaded the person’s car on our deck, drove them home to our place, I made something for the people to eat while my ex fixed their car and then they would be on their way without him charging them a dime. Or the time we helped an old lady with a flat tire and he told me to get out and tell her we would help her (because it was dark and he didn’t want to scare her), the look of relief on her face when I said we were there to help was unreal. She hugged me and said her prayers had been answered, we were her angels. We ended up putting her car on the deck of the truck, driving her and her car home and then the next day my ex took her a tire for her car. She had come from her father’s apartment that she was packing up because he had died during a home invasion, she was scared to death and a bundle of nerves, poor thing.

To be honest I think that is how he met his present victim, I think he rescued her when she was broken down in a parking lot one day, what better way to find victims?

Another thing that stood out about my ex was he was so humble, he was NOT a bragger, yes he falsified certificates saying he was a licensed mechanic, welder etc and he showed off his skills but he did it in such a way that he never seemed conceited (which seems to be the general opinion of the public, that they are full of themselves). I remember being so impressed in the beginning because he almost seemed embarrassed to talk about himself and his achievements. Haha I have said before, they are great actors! When I overheard him lying to a young guy about the race car he had in storage that he was going to bring to BC and rebuild so he could get back into professional racing I later said to him that he is wonderful just the way he is and he doesn’t need to lie, lying just makes him look like a bullshitter and people will like him just for being the great guy he is. Little did I know his whole life was a lie at that time. (On a side note, one time he showed me his racing stats on the internet, the Internet user name he always used was Barefoot63 and sure enough, there they were, his stats. Many years later while search the internet (yes I was snooping) I come across this racecar driver, Barefoot63 and he is still racing, hmmmmm, in the states, the bells start ringing in my ears! I was duped again!! Shit I hate it when that happens.

He used to say his love for me was cyclable, (no I don’t believe it is a real word, but that is what he called it), in other words, he might love me today but not tomorrow. In fact he said that to me one day, “I love you today”. I asked what that means, you love me today but tomorrow you won’t? and His reply had been, “You know by now that my love for you is cyclable.” When we were split he always looked so much better, he dressed better, got his hair cut, showered!; like when I first met him. When I met him he showered twice a day (probably because he was seeing more than one woman) he dressed well, always a cotton button down shirt, clean well fitting jeans, his curly hair short and always shaved, every day. Once we moved into the house we were buying he stopped showering every day, he was a mechanic, he needed a shower everyday. he would leave black greasy finger prints all over the house, I hated to get in the vehicle because usually my hands would get black from the grease he left behind. He let his hair grow and like I said it was curly so it went really wild, he wouldn’t brush his teeth, and he started wearing jeans that were way too big and falling from him, the crack of his ass showing half the time. He was withdrawn and distant, spending hours staring into a fire every night. I would ask him what was wrong and he would say nothing but between him isolating himself, the moods and the not taking care with his appearance I assumed he was depressed. He would finally push me out the door, we would split, he would hang around acting all depressed, crashing at my place, not leaving me alone but not loving me either and when I had enough and kicked him out of my new place he would all of a sudden get a job, start dressing well, showering and well, generally turn back into the guy I met. I would take him back and within a short while he would fall back into the sullen, slob he always did.

For years I thought he changed back into the guy I met because he knew that he had to in order to win me back. it was kinda for that reason but now there was a subtle difference. He had a conquest to win over again, it brought him alive to have prey, it gave him huge NS to have the challenge of sucking me back in. After years, and I mean years I noticed a change in him. He was always a slob at home but If he started to shower and look good again he was seeing someone new or had his eyes set on someone new. He started packing a clean shirt and cologne in his vehicle with him, I guess so he could be like Superman and change into his Super Hero outfit in a phone booth when he found a damsel in distress. If he showered and made love to me one night and said he loved me and gave me a kiss goodbye when he left for work, I knew he would not be home that night. If he didn’t have the constant challenge of winning over a victim he all but shriveled up and died, he needed narcissistic supply so badly.

The theatrics!! OMG this man could put on a show like I have never witnessed before or after being involved with him, but the lines he used were too well rehearsed, (at first I thought he had practiced what he wanted to say, it meant so much to him, yeah right) the tears, it still amazes me how he could cry at will, and if he couldn’t squeeze out the tears, he would put his hand up to me and turn his head as if to say, “I don’t want you to see me crying.” He would take his glasses off and wipe at his eyes, act like he was composing himself, take a deep shaking breath, his chin quivering, and then look me right in the eye with his eyes brimming with tears and say, “I love you, I will always love you. Didn’t I tell you that? I am so sorry you don’t know that.” I swallow the hook, twice, the third time that he gave me the same line I tossed it back. But he was good! he was real good and I am positive that his new woman has heard the same lines at least once. he must have seen it in a movie at some point or had someone say it to him, and it works so he keeps using it.

He wrote me a poem once, it was after we were together about a year. He had gotten a job, the first one since we started seeing each other and he worked 24/7. I had gotten really upset about it because he was never home, when I say  24/7 I mean 24 hours a day and I knew he was not working, he was on the internet, had personal ads and was watching copious amounts of porn.

Anyway, I hadn’t threatened to leave or anything but I think he knew I was getting close so one day I came home from work and there was a poem on the table. it was so sweet, about how sleeping with me was the best he had ever known and he was stupid to put anything in front of that and to please forgive him. He walked in just as I finished reading it, took me in his arms and walked me into the bedroom. We had wonderful sex and as he stared into my eyes, he asked, “If I asked you to marry me, would you?” (notice how he phrased that, IF he asked, he wasn’t asking) I had not wanted to get married again but I was so taken with his sensitivity and I didn’t want to hurt his feelings so I said, “Yes I would marry him.” From that day forward he would throw it up in my face that he would not marry someone who acted like I did, how he HAD wanted to marry me but not any more; and even though marriage had never been important to me, now that he was taking it away, it became much more important. It was a couple of years later while looking through some papers in his briefcase (yes I was snooping) what do I find? 5 photocopies of the poem he wrote me. Why on earth would he need 5 copies? it worked so well he planned on using it again? and he didn’t want to waste time writing it all out again so he would give the woman a photocopy??? THAT is lacking empathy.

OH and one other trait that stands out from most narcissists, he always talked about how wonderful his childhood was, never had a complaint about his parents, they were the greatest and he had the happiest childhood of anyone I ever met.

He also was always the victim of someone who was jealous of his talents, or took advantage of his trusting good nature, or they misunderstood his motives, he even blamed the water. He never did anything wrong, he was always wrongfully accused, misunderstood or the people were generally just fucked in the head. He was so passive I would think, “why does he have no problem raging at me for the slightest perceived infraction, and rolls over without so much as an angry word when someone rips him off for hundreds of dollars?” I only ever saw him hit three other people in 10 years, once it was my son when he ambushed my son and I, another time it was his own son (for eating his donut) and another time a guy he did business with was accusing him of something and my ex wasted him. But he was a pussy out in public, no one would have believed me if I would have told them he hit me, strangled me or sabotaged my truck. From all outward appearances he didn’t have a mean bone in his body. Sure he was a thief and a liar, but he never got angry, ever, except with me. (which made it easier for me to believe him when he said he only had problems with me, no one else misunderstood him, no one else made him angry, it had to be my fault)

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The Spartan Coach made reference to them acting like they are Jesus Christ. My ex even compared himself to Jesus and talked about how he was wrongly persecuted just like Jesus was and wrote, “Forgive them Lord for they know not what they do.” Serious, he did. Not kidding. And the police took that letter and never thought it was a sign he might be unstable. Go figure.

Anyway, go watch the video if you have the time, it is interesting.

Have a great day all. Love and hugs Carrie