Tirade

 

tirade

 

“You’ve done what? I cannot believe it. What on earth possessed you to do that? Are you mad? Are you completely unhinged woman? Sweet Jesus I don’t believe what you just said to me. How many times have we been over this before? Countless times. Hell, I said it only yesterday didn’t I? I cannot believe you would be so stupid as to do something like this, it just beggars belief. You know I am starting to think that you do this on purpose don’t you? It’s no good shaking your head and staring at me like that, do you think I will feel sorry for you if you give me those eyes? Do you? I said DO YOU? Yes, you may as well shake your head again, it’s about as much as someone of your idiocy can do. I swear I am living with an epsilon semi-moron, have you always been this fucking dumb? I guess you have. It was such a simple thing to do, straight forward, a child could do it, but no not you, you had to go and be clever and go and royally fuck it up. You absolute idiot. You have ruined everything now; you do realise that don’t you? I mean it is completely ruined and how about that for a fantastic start eh? Yes, I am being sarcastic, I suppose I have to explain that to someone as brain dead as you. Jesus, why on earth have I been saddled with you. Don’t you fucking dare speak when I am speaking, you’ve done enough damage as it is, you will shut the fuck up and listen to me when I am setting you straight. I have pointed out to you so many bloody times what you should do and you assured me, you stood there and assured me that you knew what you were doing. That was a lie. I SAID SHUT UP AND DON’T INTERRUPT ME! I swear you want me to hit you don’t you? That’s what you are trying to do. Oh I know you alright, you think you are so damn clever but I have you worked out. I know what you are up to. That’s right, wind me up, get it wrong, disappoint and frustrate me and then you want me to explode and land myself in some hot water. Well it isn’t going to work with me. I am not stupid. I am not you, you know. I know what I am doing. I am the one that keep this place together, you would do well to remember that when you are busy ruining everything with your mind-blowing and monumental incompetence. It is breath taking. It truly is. I told you what to do. I told you once, I told you a hundred times and you said to me and I can specifically remember what you said, you said ‘don’t worry, I can be trusted to get it right’. Yes, that is what you said. It is no point looking like that, don’t pull that face with me, don’t you fucking dare, I am sick of you not showing me enough respect around here. I work my backside off to keep things afloat, not that you give me any credit for it though. Oh no, you are too busy taking the piss, fucking things up and spoiling it for everyone and especially for me. I don’t know what I am going to do now. I mean, you’ve just, I, I am almost lost for words. You see, not only have you cocked it right up but you have lied to me as well. I don’t know which is worse, but that’s you all over isn’t it. The liar, the deceiver, you flatter to deceive. Don’t think I don’t know what you get up to. I have my eye on you, yes, you would do well to look worried, I know all about you. What are you looking over there for? Look at me when I am talking to you. Look. At. Me. Oh here we go, the waterworks. If you have messed up and you are being corrected start crying and it will be all okay again. Well it won’t will it? It won’t be okay after what you have done. It won’t be fine. It won’t be good or great or fine and dandy. You have messed it up. I knew this would happen. I knew I shouldn’t have left it to you, but do you know what, I thought to myself, no, give her a chance, let her prove she can do it, let he demonstrate that she can be trusted to get it right, I mean, after all, that is what a relationship is all about isn’t it? Trust. Without trust there is nothing. Do you see what you have done? Do you? Do you really understand the impact of what you have done? Somehow I doubt it, that is why I am having to do this. Do you think I like shouting at you? What’s that? Were you going to nod then? Why you ungrateful and nasty bitch, you have some cheek to accuse me of enjoying this when I am the one who has to put up with the consequence of your outrageous incompetence. I am the one who is put out. I am the one who has to suffer. You will just walk away muttering about having understood, how you have learned your lesson and you won’t do it again but I may as well be speaking in Mandarin for all of the notice that you take. I told you to stop crying. If you don’t stop crying, I am going to seriously lose it with you. Christ, what am I going to do? You’ve messed it up and ruined it for me. You don’t care, you don’t. If you did care you wouldn’t keep doing this would you. You wouldn’t keep making these mistakes and winding me up. You are trying to send me to an early grave aren’t you so you can have all this to yourself aren’t you? Got some fancy man on the side have we? I bet that’s what this is all about isn’t it? Ruin me through your incompetence and then waltz off into the sunset with some Johnny Come Lately after I croak it, sent to an early grave by your scheming. You’d love that wouldn’t you, to see me off. You nasty cow, no wonder nobody likes you, no wonder nobody asks you out. Oh yes, we never get invited anywhere these days because of you and your behaviour and is it any wonder. You are a walking disaster area. I mean people put up with you, they did it for my sake, I have good friends like that, or should I say I had good friends like that but thanks to you they are disappearing like rats on a sinking ship. You won’t be happy will you until you have completely ruined everything for me will you. That’s what you want. You want me on my knees, gasping for breath, miserable and wretched as you cavort and carry on with some other mug that you have seduced and promised the world to. I can’t believe I fell for it, but then I guess you keep the real you hidden don’t you, tucked away until you have your feet under the table, your name on the deeds and the joint Amex account. Well you are not that clever because you won’t beat me. I am cleverer than you. I am going to make you pay for what you have done. I am the one who is in charge here, this is my house and you do what I say. I am going to unleash hell against you after this catastrophe, it is an outrage, a complete outrage. I pity our neighbours having to put up with this, but you make me do it, it is all about you. I am not fooled by the frightened looks and the tears, other people might be taken in by it, but I am not. I know it is all for show. You disgust me, you scheming, manipulative, hateful cow. I curse the day I met you. Now look, you’ve made me late, thanks a bunch, that’s all I need. I’m going and don’t think I’ve finished; this is far from over.”

Silence.

“I thought you would prefer raspberry jam to marmalade,” you say softly to nobody in particular.

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29 thoughts on “Tirade”

  1. I am dying😂😂😂 What is wrong with me that makes me laugh at this? I’m clearer sicker than I thought. All that over something you spread on a biscuit? Seriously HG…would you react this way? Please tell me. I’m dying to know. As patient and kind as you are with us I just can’t see you going off like this.

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  2. You are so articulate HG.
    Almost every article I read here makes me want to shout “YES that is EXACTLY as it was!” Thoughts and feelings that I’m unable to verbalize you seem to be able to cover in such a concise way.
    Thank you.

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  3. No way.

    On Apr 28, 2017 5:49 PM, “Knowing the Narcissist” wrote:

    > HG Tudor posted: ” “You’ve done what? I cannot believe it. What on > earth possessed you to do that? Are you mad? Are you completely unhinged > woman? Sweet Jesus I don’t believe what you just said to me. How many times > have we been over this before? Countless times.” >

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  4. I have been given the tirade for 1. Folding paper bags while he’s asleep in the bedroom with the door closed, and 2. My roast in the oven (he was the cook). But she ought to have place both jars on the table. Zeriously, H.G., ot’s,sad how you are.

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  5. Wow!! Thank you for helping me wanting to know you less. This article is truly insightful.
    I do have to say that some of us prefer the yelling to being ignored. At least the other party is being acknowledged in the aberration of your berating.
    Crazy huh?

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  6. You asked her to stop crying. Does that mean you don’t like it when pple cry? My ex hates it when i cry. It makes him feel as though he did something wrong, which he doesn’t want to feel.

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  7. I prefer peony perfumes from L’Occitane to other perfumes.
    I prefer African Autumn tea from Harney & Sons to other teas.
    I prefer Le Petit Zink French restaurant in Corktown.
    I prefer ThisisPaper magazine from Warsaw.
    I prefer Norm Architects interior designs.
    I prefer MocoLoco design blog.
    I prefer Matthew Barney Cremaster Cycle films.
    I prefer Marina Abramovich art to other artists.
    I prefer Venice to other cities.
    I prefer peaches to other fruit.
    I prefer white to other colors.
    I prefer Twitter to other apps.
    I prefer love to everything else.

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  8. Omg.. HG there have been several of your writings that have triggered me severely. This is the one I believe that has done so the most(that and the blog “Whore”)You are aware that I admire your writing and the knowledge you provide for us…. but sometimes I wonder… does visiting this site help or hinder my recovery? Lol… sometimes it’s like reliving the very painful past all over again.

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  9. “Well…..hello daddy! I hear you had a good night sleep, can’t wait to talk to you in the morning. You are just what I need before going to school!
    Thank God I am your daughter, because that makes me special. So proud and lucky. Everybody knows it.”
    Looking back things were really delerious, we all were a total and complete failure, every other day, at 10 years old…

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  10. Could you tell me , after being on the receiving end of many of these attacks why was he disgusted if I started to cry and hated it , after reading a lot about the subject I thought negative fuel and tears were something they enjoyed extracting from you.

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  11. glad i’m not the only one who found this funny… I was thinking maybe I did lose it from all the abuse but now I think it’s simply because we now know it’s projection and mind games. I’m sure it’s still not funny while on the receiving end, one on one though.

    I do ask myself if I would burst out laughing if another narc tried it on me now though… and then tell them have fun yelling at shadows over nothing before leaving them to wonder why it had no effect…

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  12. My mother: WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THE BATTERIES, NATHAN?!
    Me: *Sigh*. I don’t know. I only took two.
    My mother: I TOLD YOU THAT YOU COULD ONLY HAVE FOUR OF THEM!
    Me: …Mom, two is less than four.
    My mother: ………GET A JOB!!! *slams door somewhere.*

    Sometimes, it’s more funny than horrible when a narc needs to go on a rant.

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      1. Nathan R., how old were you when you realized your mother was a narc & that she was the problem, not you?

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      2. Were you enjoying the film?
        I read in another article they can’t stand to see you relaxed,content or having a good time.

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      1. @Wompus – I’d say it was around my pre-teen years that I realized I wasn’t the awful person she kept telling me I was. Especially when I had friends around reminding me, “Um, dude, your mom is pretty nuts.” A lightbulb eventually went off over my head. “Yeah, she is pretty nuts, isn’t she?” I actually started to suspect she was on drugs, or something else. No, she just thought she was Queen Bee and hated that I didn’t acknowledge it anymore. She still, to this day, reminisces about my childhood self and about how Little Me worshiped her. You can practically hear her pull out an acoustic and start warbling about “the good old days” when her kids didn’t yet understand that she was full of herself.

        @Brian – We absolutely were enjoying the film. We were eating snacks and laughing our asses off and just having our own time together. She kept hovering around like a bad smell even before she started yelling (making a ton of noise, like clanging dishes together). She was waiting for the moment to strike like a cobra and try to ruin my good time. She only enhanced the experienced because we laughed so hard at it afterwards. It actually became one of many hilarious stories we re-told to people to explain her narcissism to them, many of which involved her ranting like a lunatic to service workers inside of a friggin’ Wal-Mart for being over-charged on a can of soup.

        She used to get really upset when I didn’t respond emotionally to her anymore, to the point where she unhealthily obsessed over my emotions (which does seem pretty typical of a narc, really. She still does it to this day, and I’m in my early thirties). On the topic of her and movies, she would try to force me to watch “sad” or “tragic” films to get me to cry just to see it once (because her words no longer affected me). If I showed any emotional reaction to a movie at all, she’d comment on it with this cheery, happy look on her face as though she just saw the landing on the Moon. It was… disturbing, and humiliating if I had friends with us. All it did was teach me not to watch anything with her, and to hide my emotions as often as possible.

        Nowadays, she’s just a nuisance. Some people hear her chipper voice when talking to me and think I’m being too cold or clipped when speaking to her.
        They have no idea why I have to speak to her that way, but if they spent one whole day with her, they’d get it immediately.

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