Can you hear me knocking? Open the door and let me in? I know you want to. It is only me. You know me. You know me better than anybody else. Come on, I know you are thinking about me. That is what happens. I am on your mind and in your thoughts. I am whirling around in that messed-up mind of yours. It is messed up. I didn’t do it. I didn’t do anything wrong. I never do. It was a real state before I even appeared. I just took advantage. But look, that is in the past and we don’t need to talk about the past (expect I suppose when it suits me). I know you want to hear my voice again don’t you? You miss hearing me. You miss those long conversations on the telephone that we used to have, two hours or more where there was never a lull. I know you remember them. I know you keep looking at your ‘phone hoping that it will ring and that it will be me. I know you feel a phantom buzz when you have stashed your phone on your person and you keep pulling it from your pocket and checking. You tell your friends that your mother needs to speak to you, just so they won’t groan or roll their eyes at you for wanting it to be me. I know you are itching to call me. Go on, why don’t you? You can speak to me again and it will be just like before, all of the wonderful stuff. I will reinstate it in an instant because look, I have had a lot on, I have been tired, I have been worried and so on and so forth blah blah blah. I will trot anything out because once you see me smiling at you, you won’t be listening any more.

No, you will be thinking back to that kiss as we stood in that park with the sound of the breeze through the autumnal trees. That first kiss after the days of flirting through text and call. That magical, marvellous, mesmeric kiss. The first of a million. One in a million. I know you close your eyes and stand in that park and allow yourself to be taken back to that time a year ago. That day when we both drove there and met beneath the towering trees, the September sunshine still warm and I stood there, my magnetic smile on display as you half-ran towards me and I took you in my arms and then we kissed. Imagine doing that again? Oh you have of course. A thousand times.

Send me a text. You may as well. I will answer you and I will put a kiss on the end, just to tempt you. I know your heart will surge when you see that and all thoughts of staying away from me will begin to evaporate on seeing that. Text me. Just one text. It is easy enough. I know you haven’t deleted my number despite the promises you have made to do so. You just could not bring yourself to do it.

Call me. Ring me up and tell me what a bastard I am. Go on. Unleash that anger. Let it out. How many times have you sobbed to your friends about what I did to you? What a cruel and heartless bastard I am. I do not deserve you do I? No, but I deserve being told what I have done to you. You need to get it off your chest don’t you? You should. Go on, just press that button and I will answer you and you can let rip at me. Hey, even better, why not suggest we meet up and then you can have that show down that you have always envisaged. I know you have thought through all the things you have wanted to say to me but feel that I prevented you from saying when I just disappeared and then ignored your frantic attempts to get in touch with me. Tell me how broken I left you. Tell me how your friends hate me too. Tell me how your brother is going to batter me. Go on, I know that anger is still raging through you and you need to let it out. Surely after everything you have put up with you are entitled to one last hurrah?

Make that call late at night. I know you are lying in the dark thinking about me, hands entwined around the shirt I left which still smells of my scent. You know you ought to throw it away or burn it but you just cannot do it can you? You still want that connection. You still want to be able to inhale my fragrance and somehow relish the agonised joy as your mind is flooded with my memory. It is a lonely place now that bed isn’t it? Why not send me a text and we can exchange some saucy messages? Rekindle that fire again. It will make you feel better. I might even be tempted to come and see you and take you in your bed once again and let you experience the magic that I possess. The sex was brilliant wasn’t it? I know you cannot lie about that. I have heard what you have said to people about how you hate me but the sex was off the charts. Let’s do it again. Why not? It will make you feel so much better. Just text me, ring me, message me. You just have to reach out because I know you are dying to.

You may as well flick through those pictures again and smile with regret and longing as they evoke all those momentous times from when we were happy together. So many pictures, so many smiles. Have a look at my Facebook profile again. I did not block you. I would not do that. I want you to see how I am doing. Those messages are for you by the way. I am sure that the cryptic comments that I have posted with those pictures will have been picked up on by you and considered and reflected on. Those were for you. I wanted you to know how much I am missing you and you need your daily fix of stalking my social media. Yes, there was somebody else and I know you will have seen and been distraught to know that she was now receiving my love, my perfect love. How that must have burned inside of you as you realised that somebody else was now the recipient. I knew you would but don’t worry, she isn’t a patch on you so why don’t you come and see me and we can start it all again. I know you want to.

Come and see me. Help me. You are the only one who truly knows me. You know more about me than anybody else. The others, huh, they meant nothing to me. They were aberrations but you, you are the real deal. I love you still. I always have. Just come and see me and I will prove it to you. I will make the changes you want me to do and I know you believe in me. You see the good in me don’t you, you are the one who can let it out and help me. Please help me. I just need to be fixed and you are the one with the tools to do it. There is only you. Please don’t let me down. I need you. I will change. I will be better. I promise. Just come and see me and give me the chance to show you. That is only fair isn’t it? You are a fair person, I know you are, that is why I love you so much.

Come on, just get in touch with me and all this pain can go away. There is no need for it. You just need to press those buttons, dial that number or best of all just turn up. Imagine how romantic it will be. You turning up unexpectedly (but not really) in the rain and I sweep you into my arms again and everything will be good and golden and great once again. Do it. Do it. Give me the dressing down. Come to bed with me. Kiss me again. Tell me how you feel. Offer me forgiveness. Let me know what has happened to you. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Do it. Do it. Get in touch. Reach out. Stop the pain. End the hurt. Bring back the joy. Resurrect us. Ignite the passion. Let love reign. Do it. You can do it. I believe in you. End this agony. Let it go. Berate me. Love me. Chastise me. Fuck me. Hate me. Contact me. Contact me. Contact me.

I can hear my ‘phone ringing.

22 thoughts on “Irresistible

  1. Courtney says:

    Reading this is terrifying, as it feels like you read my mind with disturbingly accurate precision. It’s as though my ex narcissist is speaking these words in my head and it breaks my heart and infuriates me at the same time.
    Despite this, I also find that reading this makes me want to be more defiant and strong. To stick to my guns, and prove him wrong that I will not crumble, I will not cave. I will not make contact.
    So while this post made me shiver to my core, it also makes me want to buck up and be stronger than what he thinks of me. So thank you…from afar.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      You are welcome Courtney.

  2. Victoria says:

    If I were to happen to see him or bump into my ex-would he really be so arrogant to believe I planned it-even when I have not answered 2 text message and will continue the NO CONTACT per your books. The reason I ask is because we live within a 10 mile radius.
    Great article H.G. so true but after 3 months and reading so many of your books it does get easier every day! Thank YOU!

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Indeed he would.
      Thank you Victoria.

  3. Brandi says:

    HG, so eerie, how do you know that’s precisely how it is for us? Did a previous source tell you or are we just that pathetically easy to figure out?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Combination of the two.

  4. Dragonfly says:

    I’m a competitive person and trying to win with my ex Narc was impossible. All it did was disappoint me and exhaust me. My victory now is living a life where he’s irrelevant. Go buy Pinnochio to manipulate. I would tell him I wished him the best but he already had that. Go play in traffic.

  5. BraveHeart 💘 says:

    I’ve since learned I’m better than that and he’ll never again be blessed with my presence of any kind. He was lucky enough to have me once, but now I’m gone for good. If anything, I’d love to thank him for letting me go, but he doesn’t even deserve that from me.

  6. Pam says:

    H.G. … Just curious when you first started doing this blog was it ever difficult for you to revealing your truth and the very essence of your true personality to the world as a narcissist?. It goes against the grain of what narcissist do they never admit who or what they they truly are. I’m aware by writting this blog It provides you with fuel but initially… was it difficult to put your truth out there and be exposed to the world as a narcissist? Thanks

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Good question Pam. Yes it was, but what happened was that I was encouraged to write about it without placing it anywhere in order to become used to doing so. Of course my admissions do not impact on my private life activities so whilst you are correct, ordinarily those of my kind who know what they are would not admit it, I can do so without any downside to my effectiveness. I am not exposed because nobody knows my identity.

  7. Lisa says:

    I dont think so…………………………….

  8. Kathy says:

    Too bad it was a telemarketer! Maybe next time? Like hell…

  9. chaos says:

    Been years now..I feel nothing anymore and it feels great. As if he died to me..I remember at first it was killing me, every day. I would’ve done anything to make the pain stop, nothing worked, hopefully. And then I decided that he’s just dead. I wouldn’t answer even if he’s the one who calls. Our mutual friends found out what he is, and I asked those who still talk to him to never mention me, I wouldn’t take the risk of him remebring me or thinking about me. Hope I’ll never have to see him again. I’m lucky for not having any desire to take revenge. When I think of him, I tell myself that it feels so good that he’s no longer here, he’s presence was crushing me and everything good in me. He’s just a lesson I shall never forget.

  10. Blue1 says:

    This article truly hits home. I have tried for (roughly 2 years) so long to make things work for nothing. Now I am trying to end things peacefully. Why is this so painful? Why is it so hard to go no contact? His actions and words now coincide as his mask has fallen off. I pray for healing.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Because that is the way it is engineered to be Blue1 but it is far from impossible.

  11. Snow White says:

    Not calling.
    It feels so good that I can write that without emotion.
    Almost everything else is still emotional.

  12. Carla says:

    What I find hard to wrap my head around is that after nearly three months since I initiated no contact he’s not already too distracted with a new supply to care whether I contact him or not.
    Me, I’m grateful for the three months of peace and more concerned for the remaining hostages in his life.

  13. bananasareberries1 says:

    My narc was not worth any revenges. Revenge is too much hassle for me. I could do it, but then what? Would I be happy about going to their level again (I did that once before I went NC to belittle him). I just cut him off my life like he has never existed instead. They can discard the victims, I did same with some significant effort. I suffered but I let him go. It does not make any difference to me now, if he dies or lives. Anger comes first, indifference follows. But this takes time, everyone needs a LOT of time to heal. For some it means months, for some years.

  14. claudine0167 says:

    This is one of my favorite blogs that you’ve written. I know that sounds sick but it’s honest. I really didn’t know he knew all this. The shirt, the pictures, the screen shot of every text…I have done what you said to do. I burned the shirt. I deleted the texts. I ripped the pictures to shreds. Now I keep trying to work out a way to get revenge but then I read a new post from you and realize again that I can never win. I. Will. Never. Win. Will all these feelings go away when he dies? I tell myself I will finally reach ambivalence when that happens…neither love nor hate…just nothing. Sweet ambivalence. Will that make the love/hate go away?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      The way to win is to define your own win and to stop thinking you can engage us and win. You can’t because we change the rules of engagement. You are seizing the power.

      1. Insatiable Learner says:

        HG, do your fuel needs control and determine the rule of engagement? Since these needs change, so do the rules of engagement? Are there any constant rules other than it’s all about fuel and fuel dictates?

        1. HG Tudor says:

          Yes. Yes. It is all about the fuel.

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