Talk is Cheap
I think it was FR David who sang ‘words don’t come easy to me’. He clearly wasn’t one of my kind. Words are my weapon. I love words. I am a thesaurus able to conjure up so many different ways of saying the same thing. I am able to create the most evocative of pictures as the falsehoods tumble from my lips. The torrent of empty platitudes, hollow promises and banal observations comes thick and fast. I am a triumph of presentation over substance. Unfortunately for you, because of your nature and what you have endured before I came along, my words are honey-covered and you are unable to resist their allure. Someone other than you would see a red flag waving as my compliments cascade over you. Someone other than you would pause and reflect on whether there was anything meaningful in my daily diet of delicious declarations. Someone other than you would see straight through my lightweight monologues. But you cannot and you won’t. Not only have I selected you because you are utterly susceptible to my overtures but you need to hear my comments. You want them and as each day passes you come to rely on them more and more. I cause you to be addicted to my words. If you want to learn about the vast array of charming yet meaningless things I spout then you will find a whole host of them here http://www.amazon.com/Evil-H-G-Tudor-ebook/dp/B01496BIXS so fill your boots and be warned and warned others who might not yet have had the dubious pleasure of meeting my type. You always need to reflect on how often do I actually do something as opposed to say something. That is a useful barometer to keep referring to. Well, it is if you can find your way out of the myriad of sugar-coated sentences I will weave about you to keep you trapped and in my sights.
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Hmmm…
My ex was quiet and secretive.
But his actions spoke louder than words. When we were together, he was always v affectionate and kind.
Let me change that to USUALLY v affectionate and kind. On 2 occasions he was not.
“You always need to reflect on how often do I actually do something as opposed to say something.” This shines a light on my narc like a laser beam. So many promises, so much talk, keeping me hoping and hanging on, and so little follow through, but just enough.
Your insight is revelatory and I hate that we’re fuelling such a monster but what you’re doing is invaluable for me, I’ve never seen more clearly.
I’m playing some of his games with him now and he’s totally at sea, I’m a bit terrified of what I may be letting myself in for but I’m enjoying the power I’m regaining and I’m more than ready to leave this ‘relationship’.
I’m curious now as to why he chose me, I’m very hard to get to know and he didn’t really mine me for information to mirror back at me. I’d love your insight on what he might do if I cut myself off completely and how I can disentangle myself safely, would you help me dissect him?
Certainly, organise a consultation.
Lol. I just have to comment as this is the hell I lived with the OLD fart. And yes, he farted all night, EVERY night.. OLD age, I reckon. Anyhow, he used his words as weapons also, to trap me in his misery, BUT it didn’t work. 😄. So ladies, if you get caught up in this kind of garbage, know that you can get out. I did. 😄😄😄😄. And that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Love, Peaches.
There’s a funny whiff about this post !