Relentless
It is a beautiful day. The kind of day that feels full of possibilities. The sun shines in the cornflower blue firmament, birdsong fills the air as the scent of grass, flowers and optimism hangs heavy. You stand at your window and look out across the view of your well-tended garden and then the fields beyond, stretching away to the hills in the distance. Your time is your own and you stand considering not only what you will do this gorgeous day but what is next for you and your life. What direction will you take it in? Where will your steer your good ship to? There have been some stormy waters in the past but you navigated them and jettisoned that unnecessary cargo which threatened to sink you and here you are now with so many choices, so many options and opportunities available to you, unhindered by others that may seek to impose their own values and decisions on to you. You are freedom personified although you must admit there are times when you would welcome someone to share this unparalleled freedom with, but there is no rush to achieve this. It will happen when it happens, you believe in such things. As you continue to look out across the view, the telephone rings and you break off from your thoughts to answer the telephone.
“Hello,” you declare into the receiver. You hear a voice, clear, confident, warm and strangely inviting, speaking to you.
“Hello, I am Mr Saul Mate calling from Somnium Incorporated and I just wanted to let you know that I am able to deliver whatever you require twenty-four hours a day, 365 days a year. Remember it is all about you. Thank you for your continued custom.”
The call ends.
You smile and replace the receiver. It rings again and you answer.
“Hello, Mr Saul Mate calling from Somnium Incorporated. Please remember I am by your side even when I am not there and I am always ready to attend to anything you require. What you need, I provide. Thank you for your continued custom.”
The call ends again and as you stand contemplating this call there is the ping of a message on your mobile phone. You replace the landline receiver and walk over to where your mobile rests on the sideboard. You pick it up and see you have a text message from a number that you do not recognise. You open the message nevertheless.
“Somnium Incorporated – taking you to a new level in the provision of delight and joy.”
The landline rings again and you mutter as you answer.
“Yes?” “Hello, Mr Saul Mate calling from Somnium Incorporated. We have undertaken an extensive profiling exercising which puts us in the optimum position to understand all your needs and most importantly satisfy them. Every. Single. Time. Thank you for your continued custom.”
“Look, I haven’t ordered anything from you,” you protest but the line goes dead.
Another message arrives on your ‘phone.
“Somnium Incorporated – just say it and you will have it. Heaven awaits when you let us take care of you.”
There is a noise from your laptop and you replace the receiver and walk to the computer to find an e-mail from soulmate@somniuminc.com
“Dear Customer, we just wanted to let you know how much we adore looking after your every need. You are very special to us in fact you are the only one we want to serve.”
“What is going on?” you ask yourself aloud. Your ‘phone pings again and the sound of an e-mail arriving rings out. You are about to look at these messages when your doorbell rings.
“What now?” you mutter.
You open your front door to find a courier stood there holding a huge bouquet of flowers.
“Good morning miss, delivery for Miss Victoria Tim,” he smiles. He hands you the bouquet and walks away. There is a card attached and you read it.
“For you dear customer who we will always serve and provide for no matter what – Somnium Inc.”
You carry the flowers inside which are admittedly beautiful as you hear something being shoved through your letterbox. You place the flowers down and return to the door to see several flyers in different styles and colours have been pushed through your letterbox. All of them are from Somnium Inc. and contain a variety of promises, declarations and plaudits concerning you and them. The doorbell rings and you pull the door open in irritation, still clutching the flyers. You can hear your landline ringing again and the repeated pinging of your mobile phone and chime of your laptop. A different courier stands at the door this time with a parcel which he hands to you.
“Victoria Tim?” he asks and you nod.
“Just sign here please,” he says with a smile and pushes the signing device towards you. You oblige and he wishes you a lovely day as you retreat inside with the parcel which bears a tag.
“From Somnium Inc. to our best and most wonderful customer, we want to serve you forever.”
You shake your head and put the parcel down to answer the landline.
“Hello, Mr Saul Mate here just calling to remind you how special you are to us and how we will only ever have your best interests at heart.” The doorbell rings again.
“Stop calling this number!” you shout and slam the phone down. You snatch up your mobile and see 25 messages have arrived all from the same number. You glance at a couple of the messages.
“We just wanted to let you know that we have never had a customer like you before. You are unique in every way and we just want to give you everything you deserve – Somnium Inc.
“We have never felt this way about one of our customers before it is like we have been sent from corporate heaven to make you happy forever – Somnium Inc.”
The landline rings again but you ignore it. You can hear more chiming from your laptop and you see that your inbox is filling with e-mails from the same source; soulmate@somniuminc.com You let out a cry as the doorbell rings once again and flinging the door open, phone ringing in the background you are confronted by a line of couriers who snake down your pathway and onto the road beyond. They are all carrying items such as flowers, parcels, baskets, balloons and such like.
“Delivery for Miss Victoria Tim,” they all announce in unison and provide you with a winning smile and a wink of the eye.
“Go away!” you shout, ” I do not want them. I don’t have anything to do with Somnium Inc.!”
You slam the door and march back into the living room as the landline keeps on ringing, your mobile pings incessantly and the chiming coming from your laptop will not stop. More flyers land on the doormat as you fling your mobile to one side, placing your hands over your ears trying to drown out this cacophony but to no avail. You hear a loud knocking at your front door as the chiming, ringing and pinging continues. You curse and wait. You consider going to the internet to find the details about this company Somnium Inc. and Mr Saul Mate in readiness of making a complaint. This is harassment. No company should be acting in this fashion and anyhow, where did they get your details from? How did they know your telephone numbers, e-mail address and residential address? You never gave them out. The knocking at the door continues and you stomp to the front door.
“I said I – ” you begin as you wrench the door open expecting to find the line of waiting couriers but there is nobody there. Your eyes look down to the doormat on your porch floor and there is crisp white calling card with black embossed letters. You stoop and snatch it up, the din of ringing and alerts seeming to fade as your attention is drawn by this card. You read it.
“Sorry we missed you, we will call again.”
The name Saul Mate is in one corner and Somnium Inc. is another corner. You look across the lawn but there is nobody there. You go to the front gate and look left and right along the avenue but it is empty.
If any company or organisation treated, you in this manner you would complain. This behaviour is our calling card and you not only embrace it but you want it. And you call us the twisted ones?
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Who said we wanted that?
How bout no.
Ok, thank you, I found I’m def an empathic from here also, it was an immediate attraction to him for me, and I somehow knew in the back of my head it was gonna go bad, weird? I have realized by some of your writings he is not a lesser but I’m trying to figure out if a Mid or Greater, he has lived with me and it was a almost immediate move in, he was down at the time and I helped him back up on his feet, finanacally, emotionally. He is good now with a stable job, making pretty good money and many friends/coworkers. Quiet and soft spoken, almost shy like, (around me anyway) always wants pity or needs attention because something is always wrong with him, actually cried a lot and emotional, and suicide threats, other times I’d get the silent treatment for hours or up until the next morning. Then there’s the cocky side like his shit don’t stink. Has to have nice clothing, well maintained, hair and nails done every few weaks. 🙄 Has withheld intimacy and would turn it around when I’d ask about it. The messed up part is I never met any of his family because he says he don’t have a family ( he does) that they hate him. So he don’t see them or talk to them. I did however meet them for a funeral which I find creepy almost. I never really met many of his friends either, would say he’d be jealous if I did. Everyone hates him he thinks or would say to me a lot. Admmits he’s an asshole and would say he don’t know why he does or says the awful things he does. Because of course I was always trying to understand his behavior and try to make it all better, and then it would be great for a few weaks and then would come the arguing, horrible horrible words said to me, and my daughter. Basically I ended up cutting off everyone and sat in my house, just me and him, drinking, smoking, the way he wanted it, running circles around him and it still was never enough and eventually I started realizing there’s something not right here, kicked him out a year ago, and we been on and off since, I always would take him back, and he’d stay till he could, but I’v never went no contact on him or knew exactly what kind of person I was dealing with until a few weeks ago when I started searching for some kind of answers. I’m very thankful for this site. But why hasn’t he disgarded me by now, I don’t get that part, my N doesn’t want any responsibly, a house or bills, he’d rather have others provide that although he could afford it and seeks pity from others. I apologize for how long this is. I’m feeling stronger than I’v felt in some time, I still miss him tho, and can’t stand that I do. But am almost scared of what’s next, I never went this far and have no idea what’s to come? One month out.
My apologys HG, maybe I’v said to much,? You’v given me so much knowledge of my Narc’s behaviors already with all I’v read. So many things that made no sense at all, I can now understand. Thank you for that! I am still trying to grasp it all, and rerunning moments and things said between him and I that I thought ment something. But he knows this already doesn’t he…. it’s just more fuel. I think buying some of your books could help As well, any suggestions what I should start with?
Fuel, Fury and Black Flag.
Hello Hg, I’m new to this site, I happened to find it looking for some answers, and many things I’m reading I’v been living for the last 3 yrs. So thank you for helping me to understand why our relationship was so filled with up’s and downs. I always said when we were good we were great, but when we were bad it was really bad. No physical violence, besides a shove here or there when he lost control or as a warning I was going to far. Im confused, in disbelief, along with many other things, and still trying to process it all for what it really is. I knew something just wasn’t right when we started going through the same (what I use to call) vicious cycles over and over again. Of course it was this Christmas Eve when I had enough,again. I’m currently no contact, and have my n blocked, for the last month, however he is still driving by and sitting outside my house in his vehicle, calling from others phone, leaving voicemails, multiples, at least 2 to 3 times per weak, and he just keeps repeating, please just talk to me, I knew he would what I now know is called Hoover for a bit but I didn’t expect it to be going on this long. I almost feel like he’s trying to give me a chance to cooperate before something worse happens if that makes any sence? I hear the anger in his voice like I never have before in the voicemails, like he’s very angry I’m not doing as he wants, and normally I would had given in by now. Your opinion please? I’m not shure what to do anymore and am still trying to take in none of our relationship was real to him and he doesn’t really love or care for me?
Hello Disbelief welcome on board. The frequency of these hoovers is moderate. Their nature is also one whereby he is appealing to your sense of compassion through saying “please just talk to me”. I do not think he is a Lesser given this approach. Whether he is a Mid-Ranger or Greater would depend on additional information being provided which would of course have a bearing on where he would go to next. You are doing the correct thing in maintaining no contact, letting the voicemail take the call (as soon as you hear it is him when you check the message though you should delete it).
What most people don’t realize is that when the love ends, the bombardment doesn’t…instead of “I’m at your service”, the email becomes “You forgot to drop off dry cleaning and I had to go out of my way & do it because you’re an ignoramus”. Instead of “sorry I missed you”, the message becomes “you didn’t pick up the phone when I called, what the FUCK are you doing that’s more important than me?!”
Creepy!!
Dead on in love bombing. Constant attention, calls, persuit, emails, FaceTime, viber, Skype, had my passwords, all social platforms. In return he wanted constant public admiration, if the phone rang more than once it became I was cheating, it became more aggressive then a sudden halt….because i was an ungrateful whore. Suddenly he lost my work number, and snuck and hid because he was exposed. The admiration of me and my son became horrible comments and threats and racial slurs (my son is biracial). It drove me mad the constant nagging then silence.
Mine was to cheap to do anything but drive bys and text lol
i can’ t get it..
am i becoming mentally infirm?
Ring again perhaps..
I love this message HG.
Makes me laugh everytime I read it and it’s perfectly accurate.
Most things in my relationship were to the extreme and excessive and that’s what I got used to. And that’s what was part of the withdrawal when it ended. I had to get get used to the normal again.
Very addicting.
i can’ t get it..
am i becoming mentally infirm?
…touche. 🙂 this is precisely why the National Domestic Violence Hotline recommends blocking such pursuit on every social media platform, email, etc. What they refer people to counselors for is exactly what you bring up… the dependency in us for our exes, the reasons why we can’t break off that connection, and, for us who are masochists, the reasons why we who are soft hearted find a thrill in the danger of sociopathy… God bless us all. 🙂 may we all move towards recovery wherever we may be on the spectrum.
I don’t know anyone who would like this kind of treatment in a ‘romantic’ setting, to be honest.
Are you sure you understand us?
Perfectly.
It is an exaggeration of what occurs for the purpose of driving the message home.
I must be an oddball then. Before I am emotionally ‘ensnared’, I hate being pursued by men. The sweeter they are, the more twitchy I get.
Noone who hasn’t experience a proper love bombing in vulnerable state will ever understand better than You!
An early gem from the vault! Nice!
It is truly fascinating how much time is spent when you have invaded their consciousness and they want your attention, Vs. the weeks now I can have during NC and you realize the constant messaging keeps you off balance and increases your impulsivity for behavior that seems exciting. It just manipulates keeping the bond.
I got it loud and clear, HG. This is why I’ve put an ocean between me and all my so-called caring narc “friends” and family. All word salad and empty promises and never actually there when you need them. Except when they need something back.
The children and i want to move to Ireland. Sigh 😊
Or perhaps more colorfully put, a thousand bars of overture and no opera.
What message?
That it is an orchestrated and deliberate campaign to seduce you.
Would make me retreat into my burrow like a startled rabbit
Does the company name refer to the novel of the same name or simply the translation – the dream? A nightmare perhaps?