Nope! That won’t work either. My car is “always” tucked nicely away in the comforts of its own garage. And don’t try my place of employment either, there are cameras everywhere! 😁👍
My ex feels a cognitive guilt sometimes. If he knows he hurt me (by me informing him), he feels like a failure, like his superiority is in question. Other times however, he simply feels inconvenienced.
I look back at the many times my exnarc should have felt guilty, but didn’t. Like when he accidentally shot his dad in the knee rabbit hunting, or screwed up our truck because he illegally tried to kill a turkey with it🙀, or the time he wrecked my parents van because he had never driven on ice, and wouldn’t listen to me! I used to think that he was just good at covering his guilty feelings. Now I get it…. he has absolutely no sense of guilt. It is still hard to swallow how that is possible though since I feel guilty if I don’t put my cart up at the grocery store!!
Haha, HG, I bet you’ll think of Becky next time you park your grocery cart (made me laugh, Becky) … not in the cart stalls, but right up against the vehicle you may deem is nicer than yours; and you’ll do so with a huge smile on your face. 🙂
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Ha ha have you been spying on me in the supermarket car market again.
Actually you can’t, I have my shopping delivered.
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Luckily, for me, I’m not one to spy … I’ve also learned it keeps me out of the spheres.
I guess you (the Narc) and I (SES) are alike in one way – I also have my shopping delivered so you’ll never be able to park a cart by my sweet, beautiful automobile. 😜
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I can always arrange for one to be removed from the supermarket and placed next to your car outside your house!
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Nope! That won’t work either. My car is “always” tucked nicely away in the comforts of its own garage. And don’t try my place of employment either, there are cameras everywhere! 😁👍
Sorry, had to put it in it’s rightful order. 🙂
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I will just have to bundle you into a shopping trolley and push you at speed along a cobbled street then.
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Thanks for the warning! Now I have no choice but to escape from you and go no contact … haha! 🙂
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Ha ha, but I might be taking you somewhere exciting in said trolley.
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Sorry, HG, I no longer fall for the “Three Letter Love Trap”.
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But you must!
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No “BUT(s)” about it, mister … I mustn’t!
However, I have been to the UK once and absolutely loved the trolleys and the cobbled streets, it’s just too damn bad you’re a Narc … unfortunately that ruins everything.
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I can be anything you want, just say…
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Anything? Okay, I want you to just be “YOU” … the man you were meant to become, not the man you had to be.
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Touche. I asked for that.
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I know giving me credit could not have been easy, but thank you, it means a lot. Have a wonderful evening, HG!
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You are welcome.
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There’s the playful HG I know.
I am attracted to smart asses. I know you hold back with your smart assery on here, but to spend some real time with you in a social situation knowing what you are, I would be howling with laughter I am sure. Too bad I don’t know you. In fact I would enjoy a playful putting down of one another. My roommate and I had some good times cutting each other up in jest.
Example: *phone rings, male roommate answers and hangs up*
*Me dressed for da club and finishing makeup*
Me: who was it?
Him: the strip club, but I see you are almost ready for work.
Me: laughing. Oh I am and I left my foundation out so you could cover up that imperfect face of yours. Wouldn’t want to scare off the skanks.
Him: Hooker
Me: Gigolo
*laugh together and leave for club together*
The next day……
Me: are you running a cat fighting ring in your bedroom? Or were you just fucking a cat last night? Unbelievable high pitched whining. You need to soundproof your bedroom. You were throwing me off.
Him: Were you putting up shelves? Sounded like alot hammering or was that your head hitting the headboard? You sound stupider than usual. Next time wear a helmet.
See how the Narc on Narc relationship can work HG?
Come on HG, keep my fantasy alive and tell me we would have fun bantering with each other. Ex-Narc on Narc style. I am an empath now so don’t hurt me.
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I use to think it was odd, incongruent even, all the times the N said he had guilt. My gutt would tell me it seemed like convenient excuses, claiming guilt for being the way he was and saying all he had. At the time it felt like a emotion he was trying to convince me he felt to excuse himself.
Nope! That won’t work either. My car is “always” tucked nicely away in the comforts of its own garage. And don’t try my place of employment either, there are cameras everywhere! 😁👍
No guilt whatsoever for the ex-N.
My ex never had any for anything that she did. Something I didn’t notice at the time.
I left with a ton of guilt but realized she set me up to feel it. The guilt has gradually gone down over the past year.
My ex feels a cognitive guilt sometimes. If he knows he hurt me (by me informing him), he feels like a failure, like his superiority is in question. Other times however, he simply feels inconvenienced.
Why would you need a helmet, would that not spoil the fun? Narcs have hard heads don’t they?
I look back at the many times my exnarc should have felt guilty, but didn’t. Like when he accidentally shot his dad in the knee rabbit hunting, or screwed up our truck because he illegally tried to kill a turkey with it🙀, or the time he wrecked my parents van because he had never driven on ice, and wouldn’t listen to me! I used to think that he was just good at covering his guilty feelings. Now I get it…. he has absolutely no sense of guilt. It is still hard to swallow how that is possible though since I feel guilty if I don’t put my cart up at the grocery store!!
Becky, you are going to burn in hell for your grocery cart sins!
Haha, HG, I bet you’ll think of Becky next time you park your grocery cart (made me laugh, Becky) … not in the cart stalls, but right up against the vehicle you may deem is nicer than yours; and you’ll do so with a huge smile on your face. 🙂
Ha ha have you been spying on me in the supermarket car market again.
Actually you can’t, I have my shopping delivered.
Luckily, for me, I’m not one to spy … I’ve also learned it keeps me out of the spheres.
I guess you (the Narc) and I (SES) are alike in one way – I also have my shopping delivered so you’ll never be able to park a cart by my sweet, beautiful automobile. 😜
I can always arrange for one to be removed from the supermarket and placed next to your car outside your house!
Nope! That won’t work either. My car is “always” tucked nicely away in the comforts of its own garage. And don’t try my place of employment either, there are cameras everywhere! 😁👍
Sorry, had to put it in it’s rightful order. 🙂
I will just have to bundle you into a shopping trolley and push you at speed along a cobbled street then.
Thanks for the warning! Now I have no choice but to escape from you and go no contact … haha! 🙂
Ha ha, but I might be taking you somewhere exciting in said trolley.
Sorry, HG, I no longer fall for the “Three Letter Love Trap”.
But you must!
No “BUT(s)” about it, mister … I mustn’t!
However, I have been to the UK once and absolutely loved the trolleys and the cobbled streets, it’s just too damn bad you’re a Narc … unfortunately that ruins everything.
I can be anything you want, just say…
Anything? Okay, I want you to just be “YOU” … the man you were meant to become, not the man you had to be.
Touche. I asked for that.
I know giving me credit could not have been easy, but thank you, it means a lot. Have a wonderful evening, HG!
You are welcome.
🙂
There’s the playful HG I know.
I am attracted to smart asses. I know you hold back with your smart assery on here, but to spend some real time with you in a social situation knowing what you are, I would be howling with laughter I am sure. Too bad I don’t know you. In fact I would enjoy a playful putting down of one another. My roommate and I had some good times cutting each other up in jest.
Example: *phone rings, male roommate answers and hangs up*
*Me dressed for da club and finishing makeup*
Me: who was it?
Him: the strip club, but I see you are almost ready for work.
Me: laughing. Oh I am and I left my foundation out so you could cover up that imperfect face of yours. Wouldn’t want to scare off the skanks.
Him: Hooker
Me: Gigolo
*laugh together and leave for club together*
The next day……
Me: are you running a cat fighting ring in your bedroom? Or were you just fucking a cat last night? Unbelievable high pitched whining. You need to soundproof your bedroom. You were throwing me off.
Him: Were you putting up shelves? Sounded like alot hammering or was that your head hitting the headboard? You sound stupider than usual. Next time wear a helmet.
See how the Narc on Narc relationship can work HG?
I believe the required response is ‘top banter’.
Come on HG, keep my fantasy alive and tell me we would have fun bantering with each other. Ex-Narc on Narc style. I am an empath now so don’t hurt me.
I use to think it was odd, incongruent even, all the times the N said he had guilt. My gutt would tell me it seemed like convenient excuses, claiming guilt for being the way he was and saying all he had. At the time it felt like a emotion he was trying to convince me he felt to excuse himself.