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Do you remember when you were at school and your friends all appeared to know something that you did not? They gave each other knowing looks, made sideways references to “this thing” and smiled and giggled. Unsettling wasn’t it? You asked them to tell you, you pleaded and you may even have become upset or angry, threatening your friends with some repercussion if they did not tell you what it was that they knew. Usually it was nothing. Just a device devised to play a game with you, to provoke a reaction, to cause you to react and it worked. Then you were in on the secret and you could join in and play it against the next unsuspecting individual. Nevertheless, you did not like that sensation of not knowing did you? Few people do. How many times when someone has gone missing, have anguished people declared,

“It’s the not knowing which really gets to you.”

The apprehension you experience when you wait to receive your examination results. You know you studied hard during the year, carried out the revision in the right way and you felt the examination went well, but you can never be sure can you, it is the lack of knowing which gnaws away at you until you receive the result.

Waiting for some test results concerning your health causes anxiety and concern. Even if it is bad news, once you have those results you can then take action, make plans and formulate a way forward but whilst you do not know, you are stuck, paralysed and frozen. It is an unpleasant sensation at best and an utterly debilitating one at worst.

You do not like secrets. We thrive on them.

So much of what we are is a secret. We are like a series of chests, compartments and vaults in which various secrets have been placed. Some have been placed there with the intention of never being revealed, either to you or even to ourselves. Others are those secrets about what we really are or what we actually do and we close the lid, slam the door shut and turn the key in the hope that you do not find them out and expose us for what we truly are. We do not want you to find out that the honey-coated façade is just that as you open a dark box and find the full horror of our true behaviour lurking inside. The past behaviours and historic actions are consigned into the depths of archive storage to prevent you from knowing what we really did to our ex-partner, what was said to our brother that has meant we have not spoken in ten years or the catalogue of infidelities that we engaged in. If you were ever allowed admission to those dark corridors you would pass the vaults, chests and caskets into which the secrets of our kind have been placed. Wife-beater, alcoholic, smack head, fraudster, closet homosexual, expenses fiddler, serial cheater, elder abuser, fence, conman, contemptor of court, distant parent, liar, convict, tax fraud, cross-dresser, sexual degenerate and so much more besides. Many secrets, some which you may eventually look upon, so many you may never know about. So many secrets hidden away, pushed into the recesses, concealed and secreted so that prying eyes do not learn the truth of what we say and do.

Yet, our secrecy goes further than that. We delight in letting you know that we have some kind of secret in order to exert control over you. We revel in giving you a glimpse of something but then pulling it from view. We engage in half-comments, low whispers and veiled comments in order to pique your interest but then we relish withholding the full tale. We take pleasure in these insignificant mysteries that cause you to question and probe. After all, we do know how you behaved when you were so much younger and how the sensation of not being able to know troubles you. It troubles you and your kind more than others. Like the older boy at school, we have snatched your lunch money and now hold it above your head, almost in reach as you hop and jump, frustration increasing as you attempt to recover it. You want to get hold of what it is that we know so you can satisfy your own need to know. We recognise this and therefore engage in the playing of games where we suggest, hint, partially reveal and allude to so that your interest is gained. We tease as we make oblique references to something in the expectation that you will bite. We will sit staring into space, cultivating the appearance of depth and intrigue as you observe us and wonder what we are thinking about. You will of course ask and we will give you some cryptic response which as you pondering and probing further. Whatever we told you is nothing to do with what we were actually thinking about. We may have been admiring the view from the window, we might have been wondering how the match would turn out and most likely we were considering which of the growing stable of prospects to message next. Instead we will trot out some comment or line which gives the appearance of us being pre-occupied with some weighty matter, something possibly beyond the wit of you, something which makes us appear mysterious and heavyweight. The intrigue adds to the allure but it also plays to your desire to need. The keeping back of information, the withholding of knowledge, the cloak and dagger routine is all part of the act. The true secrets will never be revealed to you. The secret we allude to is non-existent. It is just a device to control you. It is a means of keeping you bound to us, asking, wondering and probing. The half-answers and titbits are there to confuse, bewilder and cause your anxiety. The mysterious murmurs, the ponderous gaze and the comments to ourselves which you can only partially hear are mere ruses. They are to give us the appearance of depth when it is lacking. The creation of so many apparent secrets is to keep you away from the real secrets by leading you in a different direction and to make us appear deep and of substance. We look to snatch your consideration and scrutiny and make it belong to us instead.

The playing of secrecy continues after the cessation of our formal relationship. Always when you have been discarded and often even when you escape, how many times are your night bedfellows not some other person but the ghosting questions of how, what, why, when and where? You are given no answers as to what has happened and this is when the secrecy takes on the greatest significance as we have entered you into the maze where you try to find a way through it in order to understand how we could have done what we did, what on earth happened to you, why did we do those things, when will we come back and where did it all go wrong? We condition you throughout your dance with us to be intrigued by us, to wonder, to speculate, to pontificate and so forth so that it builds and builds until when we cast you to one side you can do nothing but keep wanting to learn our secrets, to open those doors, to slide back the bolts and open the portals, to raise the lids and lift the covers. This keeps you coming back to us, it keeps you hanging on in the hope that one day there will be a momentous reveal and it will all make sense. You wait in the expectation that all the secrets of this person that you still love will be revealed to you. But it never happens. Not by him or her. The unmasking comes from another place.

It is now no secret that you have the key to the narcissistic universe in your hands now.

22 thoughts on “Secrets

  1. shantily says:

    On the subject of secrets does anyone identify with this ? N#2 never told another soul about our fights he never confided in anyone sought advice told anyone we broke up (for the zillion th time) he didn’t tell his Mother anything he told no one anything ever.

    The more I research his behaviours I’m thinking he was a psychopath. But that’s beside the point …lol

    Anyone else have this experience?


  2. Amy S. says:

    The whole thing around him is one big secret, or … one big lie.

  3. Hellandback says:

    While standing in my undies with hot rollers in my hair and ironing his shirt and jeans, he mentions something about the type of women he met when he escorted.
    I looked up and was like “wait..what?” Then I get the smirk and the old quick “nothing” response. One of the first seeds of my sexual insecurity firmly planted, while he slowly and methodically made excuses for no interest in intimacy during our first few months of marriage. I really don’t care to know now and hope I never will. Just a giant pile of lies upon lies. What a strange testament of your life to leave behind.

    1. lansealan says:

      Hope these help😁
      (pay attention HG)😜

      “Any pleasure that jeopardizes the sacred rights of another, is an illegitimate pleasure” Ravi Zaccerias

      “Nothing I have done that harmed others, compares to what I have done to myself” Oscar Wilde

      “If you eat too much honey, you will surely vomit” King Solomen

      Don’t worry…one day they will reap what they sow.

    2. NarcAngel says:

      He required you iron his jeans? Red flag. Clearly a psychopath. .

  4. Victoria says:

    Great HG!
    You are so right, we have to know. I was explaining this to my sister yesterday who is more of a normal and it is something she has always said” who cares, just move on”
    When you state: “The unmasking comes from another place.
    It is now no secret that you have the key to the narcissistic universe in your hands now.” Are you referring to gaining the knowledge we have acquired through your articles and books? Because you are the only person that has told us the truth about those of your kind.
    Thank you 🙂

    1. HG Tudor says:

      I am and thank you.

  5. NarcAngel says:

    Tell me a secret.

    Boxers ot briefs?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      I have encountered both pugilists of the boxing ring and lawyers.
      Is that what you meant?

      1. Samantha says:

        Lol HG what kind of underwear boxers or briefs?? Lol to funny

      2. NarcAngel says:

        Well theres my answer. Banana hammock it is then.

  6. HopeGlenn says:

    Last line was the best.

  7. Patricia says:

    yes I do…FINALLY !!! Thank you !

  8. Karma says:

    Multipe bankruptcy
    Massive depths
    Not telling your wife about the divorce nor moving in with me the next day
    Your hidden women that you tease
    Your lust for being dominated
    Your depressions
    Your shopaholics
    Your lack of parenthood
    Your nasty feet
    Your nasty teeth
    Your …. oh well everything was a big secret your ass!!!

    Good luck to the next victim …
    she is being put on the pedestal as I write… while sending me hugs and kisses via email. Thank God for this site… can’t ten of my work mail so just laughing while I see the truth … does it hurt? Hmm less for each day.. soon nothing thanks to HG

  9. lansealan says:

    Come on HG…
    Stop tossing bones…give us loyal servants a steak. Woof woof

  10. giulia says:

    True, very true. He was using this a lot, a lot.
    I felt outside looking in but never understanding shit.
    He had a burning fire inside but I couldn’t get warm. He was withholding it from me leaving me freezing.
    It’s what I hated the most about him.
    I could have taken it all, I wanted it all but he wasn’t giving any. He just showed it to me and smiled…smiled….
    So I exploded in anger and tears.
    And then he would ask “what did I do?….”
    I will never know. This keeps him in a position to lie about everything, anytime.
    He can revise the past anytime he wishes. Saying you know that time I did so and so? I had this going on ecc.
    But it would be another half truth, open to be revised again and changed again according to needs.
    He was too much of a schemer and a player to be mid range. Always calculating, always approacing the situations like a snake. Carefully walking in, scanning the room, being very available to all without giving anything.

  11. lansealan says:

    Dang it HG,
    Ok, ok! Infect us with chronic mindf**kitis….games, games, games!
    That part I get it, understood!

    You said above: “The unmasking comes from another place”

    Was this a teaser/hint? Or a partial answer to a previous question of mine regarding You giving us some “secret” tips how to find out if ex cheated or not? Is there some hidden clue(s) I’m missing?
    Yes, I understand you delight in keeping us confounded and why. But dang it, if you won’t give us the key to the lock…can’t you at least tell us how to pick it?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      It means my work.

      1. lansealan says:

        Ok HG, I give…lol.
        Was just hoping for a more clear cut answer. I should know better by now.

        1. HG Tudor says:

          That is clear cut.

    2. superxena says:

      Hello lansealan,
      For me is a clear cut when HG states that ” the unmasking comes somewhere else” . And I am talking about my own experience. After 6 years as an IPPS with a Greater…believe me they NEVER unmask themselves for who they really are! My ex implied all the time his dark side/ secrets with odd comments containing ” half truths”.The mask of my exGreater STARTED to fall down after finally finding a professional psychologist ( couple therapy) who could see through him and his mask of who he really is fell down COMPLETELY by the knowledge I have acquired through this site! So the unmasking of my ex greater came from another place: the professional psychologist AND this site.NEVER FROM HIM!
      That is clear cut for me.
      Regarding the Lesser and the Midrange…they do not even know ( are not aware)who they are… so …
      I do not understand:What answers are you expecting?

  12. superxena says:

    Very true HG: “The unmasking comes from another place. It is now no secret that you have the key to the narcissistic universe in your hands now.” My ex greater’s mask fell down completely through your site…and I am very grateful for that! He always was implying some dark secrets …

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