Nobody is Listening
Go on then, tell them all what has happened to you? Go on, here, take my phone and ring my parents, my family and my friends. Ring my colleagues too. Telephone the golf club in fact why don’t you take out an advertisement in a local, no, make it a nationa lnewspaper and tell everybody about how badly you have been treated? Climb on the roof and shout it to the neighbourhood, tell everyone who calls at our door and bellow it to strangers as they walk past. Do it, go on, tell them about. Announce it, broadcast it, transmit it, send it out by mail, e-mail ,message and radio signal. Have it blaring from the radio, repeatedly playing on television, hell I will even let you strap a message to a flock of pigeons and you can let them deliver the news that way. Scrawl how badly you have been treated by me on a piece of paper and wrap it around a brick and hurl it through the window at the police station. Scream it long and loud until you are hoarse. Go on, tell them, tell them all.
Tell my parents about their successful son who has studied hard, achieved brilliant results and now excels at work about what I do? Why don’t you gather all my friends around here and announce to them what a bastard I am? I am sure they will be intrigued to listen to you saying that about their loyal and dependable friend who always makes time for them and has helped them out in repeated ways through his largesse and influence. Pop next door and bang on their front door, explain to them with your wild eyes and even wilder hair what has really been happening? After all, I only every show them friendship and politeness don’t I? I don’t think they have heard me shouting at you (I wait until they are away before I raise my voice) but I know they have heard you ranting and bawling. Go to the local shopping parade and mention to the pleasant lady at the bakery what I really get up to behind closed doors. I am sure she will love to hear you tell her all about the charming man who is her best customer and has arranged for her to supply the restaurant of two of my friends. Call my brother and give him chapter and verse. Oh you can’t because he won’t answer the ‘phone to you anymore will he? I know, head down to the gym and see if you can interest any of the regulars with a hysterical rant about the chap who they all say hello to and who works out quietly and regularly. Type out a memo for my colleagues and circulate it to them. I am sure they will be interested to read all about their boss who holds the keys to their future. Declare it to the group I attend football with, they will want to know all about what I do won’t they? What’s that? These are all my people. At last you have recognised the truth of the matter in between your vile outbursts and hateful comments. I know then, ring up your sister and see what she has to say, mind you, I daresay you won’t want to give her the satisfaction after the way she came on to me would you? Tell your friends all about it. Oh wait, they are now my friends and all they have ever seen is how happy I have made you, the gifts, the trips, the presents and the love. What about the vicar? He will listen to you I am sure. It is what he does after all although what he will make of such slander against a regular attendee at his sermons and generous charity donor remains to be seen.
Do it, grab a loudspeaker, create a banner, haul a message behind an aeroplane and write it in the sand on the beach. Do it in this frenzied manner with words spilling from your twisted mouth, a word salad which makes no sense. I am sure the staccato way you spit out your accusations will be well-received. Make sure they look deep into your crazy eyes when you are talking to them, I want them to see who they are really dealing with. Tell your father will you? Ha, he has put up with this for years and was glad to see you leave home, he told me himself. He knows what a drama queen you are and as for your mother well she hates confrontation and she adores me since she knows just how much I have done for you.
Go on, beat your tiny fists about that façade, see if you can punch some holes in it although I know you will not be able to. Shout and stamp and holler all you like. I will enjoy watching you do that and there will be no favourable outcome for you. You are the crazy one and you are trying to unseat the stable, rational, dependable and ultimately far more likeable me. But you keep trying, it amuses and fuels me as your bloodied hands slap against the façade with no effect and your voice becomes no more than a rasp. I will watch as the hope fades in your eyes to be replaced by fear and incomprehension. Keep trying though, keep going and reinforce what I have already indoctrinated them to believe. They believe me. They won’t believe you.
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Smooth criminal is all I can say! It happened to me and that was from my mother!
This is very well written. Informative but also entertaining and creative.
Thank you Brian.
It’s been a wild few weeks. The narc got engaged last week.. I knew right away when she announced it instead of him that the discard had finally come for her. She either demanded a commitment or something. She made the mistake of announcing it publicly in front of their entire class and everyone she knew! He said nothing. A couple hours later he posted something about politics and has never acknowledged her announcement. It continues to say single on his profile. I’m sure he pokes and poked until she broke. He is a worthless broke piece of shit who has no money as he’s managed to squander every opportunity known to man! Wow I sound bitter!
They say don’t watch Facebook but I had to know… it’s been exactly one year since narc kicked me out of his house and probably would have called the police if I had ever gone back. I drove 10 hours that day! I was beyond devesyated and slept in cars in parking lots for months after. I had a beautiful home but it made me sick to be there. I still sleep with the light on at night.
In my case I was replaced by a woman more
wealthy than me.. he had gone to prep school with her in Upsate NY! Fortunately, by the time he splashed her all over FB I finally figured out he was a narc! It was still awful.
I used the Facebook to communicate that I was happy and healthy! Looking back I’m sure it was obvious what I was doing but I wanted his 4 daughters to know I was
moving on with my head held high. I never said a word of the abuse until recently. People think because you are successful you could not be snowed. Well I was completely snowed! There came a point last year I didn’t even think I was capable
Of living alone! The up down left right was
beyond unsettling.
Oh for god’s sake. I didn’t see this post yesterday. I wish I had, it would have saved me the effort and time of writing the umpteenth email to his parents imploring them to stop their son walking all over me.
Trouble is – they know a lot of what I speak of is the truth. It’s not necessarily a case of them not believing me (although I do think he lies about me and there’s some cognitive dissonance on their behalf).
But the worst things he’s done are facts they are aware of. So why, oh WHY oh why do they act so dismissively, with such avoidance?
Hg surely a collective of those you’ve abused with similar stories of abuse will out you. All that effort covering your tracks must be exhausting. Though I’m sure you’ve worked it out that for one to move on they have to forget you and the abuses you thrive on
I try to forget and it comes back to me in droves through my own desire for retribution. The lack of conscience serves you well what a magnificent advantage
I understand why you might think that Ian but many just want to move on, most know not to be so stupid and I do not have to cover my tracks extensively. I use plausible deniability of course if the need arises. You are correct re a lack of conscience.
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Try as I might, I can’t stop this from stinging. I am aware that it is a futile exercise to make any ”it’s him, not me” declarations, but knowing that he swans around still looking whiter than white to all the world, whilst blackening me adds insult to injury. I’m aware that this isn’t news to you, and understand from reading your works that this is how ‘your kind’ operate, but I am still unsure of the best course of action to adopt in the coming months. I would appreciate your advice.
We have a lot of mutual friends that we both knew for years before we even got into a relationship. He is very much ‘the wronged man’ with regard to his previous relationships (even though he’s still ‘friends’ and I have been triangulated many times with some of them), Everybody thinks he’s a wonderful, kind, loving, giving etc (you know the drill), but I know he’s a particularly devious, sneaky, insidious manipulator. His facade, coterie etc is very strong.
I have no desire to slip into his ‘let’s be friends’ zone I would prefer to delete him from my whole life and pretend I never knew him, but want to try and ride the storm somewhat and see if I have any of those same people left by the time he’s done some damage with his pity plays and smear campaign. I feel like I’m in a lose/lose situation. If I go no contact, that means also having to avoid people from my life who I have known for years, I will look like a bitter, vindictive person and he wins. (he’s definitely picked up some lieutenants from ‘my’ side too *sigh*)….. If I try and maintain relationships with these people, I cannot be fully no contact as he will have access to me and he wins. I really don’t know what to do 🙁
Is there any way that I can hope to suggest his version is not what really happened whilst still ‘rising above’ and not getting drawn into the whole ‘he said/she said’ thing?
How should I handle this?
Elliott you could have written this for me!!! ????? Ha
* Sends out a smoke signal* ···—···
Very windy today 1jaded so that signal has been blown away!
Unless one of the smart ones caught on, planned their escape and could care less about validation from others for the decision they know was right. Then it doesn’t matter if the whole world believes you. This too shall pass.
The only one who did not believe me was my mother. And she is a victim narcissist. I was really surprised how many people believed me at once, although they did not know him. Yes, you are right, many people don`t tell him the truth about their thoughts about him. Yes, they let him think, his facade is working. Behind his back they say he is a spinner. They abuse his need for fuel, tell him how beautiful, nice he is and get their advantage of him. He is not able to see who is a real friend and who is exploiting him. And he is not a lesser one. It is possible to play tricks on him. Sometimes I was surprised how gullible he was.
Tell me you don’t take part in the horrible things I’m finding out about so-called “elites” please. It will definitely change this conversation if you do take part in such heinous child abuse.
An elite is a hybrid of the somatic and the cerebral.
I have no interest in children. They get in the way.
Thanks HG. I really don’t think you do have any interest in children. Just wanted to vent…so sorry. I was blown away and really angry when I wrote that to you. Not angry at you but knowing you know the answer to why there is the chaos we see globally. I need your new nwo book. Much has been revealed since the US election and the similarities to the government and narcissists is hard to miss. You’re not the worst kind of monster at all! Thanks for the truth and for the wake up. Without having read all of your “soft” exposure of narcissists that I could, I’m quite sure pizzagate would have put me in a mental institute with severe PTSD. Im better now because I had information to categorize all the horribly bizarre drama taking place here now. Thanks.
Yes. And in the meantime dozens of people are ignoring abuse, more people keep their mouth shut till it is to late for them and even children get harmed and scarred for life. And for those who are really unlucky they end up in the hospital or even dead.
Sorry HG. I love your readings but this is nothing to be proud of. And for the enablers and flying monkeys, I loathe them even more for turning their heads at the signs of abuse so blatantly exposed.
I “understand” everything else, but this is the one thing I will never get over.
Or….perhaps finally opening up is the beginning of our liberation? I remember the day when I finally “told” my sisters. Their response was, “Oh my god, all these years I thought it was you.”
They of course supported me. And that was the beginning of the end, the day that the clouds in the bright blue sky took on a whole new meaning.
Are narcissists sadists?