Ever So Quiet

I think I have said enough. I wish you would think the same. You have never shut up asking me about my day at work as I try to watch the sport on television. On and on you have gone asking question after question. It makes me wonder why you are so bloody interested. Fishing for something are you? Trying to catch me out? You won’t do that. I am cleverer than you. Much cleverer. What I do at work is nothing to do with you and you won’t find out about my plans there until such time as I decide that you should know. And it isn’t time, so I wish you would just be quiet and let me watch this game. You keep on going, talking over my television viewing which tells me that you regard my viewing experience as unimportant and that tells me you obviously think I am not important and you really ought to know by now that I am important. I hate you doing this. I can feel the burning from your selfish and treacherous action and it is paining me, but I know what to do. I know how to stop this pain and believe me I am going to do it and do it now.

You never know when to shut up do you? I suppose you think you are being plessant asking me how my day has been, but you don’t care, you just do it for the sake of appearances, to make you look good, the caring and interested partner. I know your game. I have you worked out, you are a fraud. Yap, yap, yap,like some irritating puppy around my ankles, on and on you go. Just shut up will you? I cannot concentrate with your wasp like buzzing around me.

“How is the new recruit getting on?”

“How is the project developing?”

“Where did you go for that business lunch? Was it good? What did you have to eat? Who was it with?”

Just shut up. No, you are still chattering away. I don’t think you are even waiting for an answer are you? Just asking questions to seem like you are involving me in the conversation when all you are doing is engaging in another of your pointless and egotistical monologues. Do you know how boring you sound? If I wasn’t trying to concentrate on this match I think I would slip into a coma listening to you drone on with your worthless opinions and your anodyne observations.

Just shut up. No? Very well. I will. No, I am not saying anything. I am not even going to nod, shake my head or make an affirmative grunt. Nothing. A total silence.

My goodness me, you have stopped. Perhaps you have remembered that you need to breathe? Ah, excellent you have noticed that I no longer appear to be listening. Believe me, I am listening and I am doing so with considerable attentiveness, because I need to listen to what is coming my way. Let me guess, I think you will lead with “are you listening to me?” any second now and yes, there it is as predicted. I am not going to answer. Go on, repeat the question and true to form you do so. Now I have your attention haven’t I? I can see you from the corner of my eye as I stare at the screen pretending that the figures running around with the ball are more interesting than you. They are not because what you are starting to do is what I am interested in. I can see you leaning forward, trying to catch my eye. I know you are there but I am not going to acknowledge you. Sometimes you throw something towards me to get my attention, usually a cushion. It is not a nasty action,not like when I throw things at you. That reminds me, I must replace that coffee mug which I hurled at you. You were light on your toes that day as it sailed past and smashed against the wall. Anyway, that was last week and this is now and I can hear you asking the question a third time. Will it be the cushion? No, you have chosen to stand up instead. Gosh, you must be looking to assert some authority from the get go.

“I am talking to you.”

I know that you are but I am not answering you but already I can hear the mounting irritation in your voice and already I can feel the flames rising inside of me as they burn away the cold, harsh iciness of your criticism. That pain is already receding.

“Will you answer me please?”

No I will not. I have to turn my head so you do not see my smirk at your attempt to be commanding. It amuses me. I can see your hands move to your hips and I half expect you to stamp the ground with your foot.

“What’s the matter? Why won’t you answer me?”

The voice rises higher, signalling your anxiety and frustration and the flames continue to build inside of me. I maintain the stony faced expression, ink black eyes staring at the screen. I can see the movement on the television but it as if I am watching it from very far away as all that I am concentrating on now is your voice and the continuing delicious flaming sensation that is sweeping across me.

“Why are you not answering me?”

The questions have altered now haven’t they? A switch from your nosiness about my work to you now asking why I have fallen silent. You can keep asking and I know you will. You will go on for some time. You will storm out of the room trying to force a response from me, but your slammed door just keeps the flames burning. You will come back in. you always do. You will return contrite and apologising although you won’t know what you are trying to apologise for. Still, that won’t stop you going through a carousel of reasons in the hope of breaking my silence.

“Did I upset you?”

“Did I say something wrong?”

“Did I not listen to you?”

“Did I say something offensive?”

“Please, what did I do wrong?”

“Please will you just talk to me?”

“I hate this. I hate falling out. What is that I have done?”

Every time you ask these questions, the pain and concern in your voice keeps adding to the sense of power that I am feeling. The wound you created has long since closed and now I am savouring the growing power that courses through me. You have no idea what you are doing as you try, as you always do, to make things right. I will stay seated here, not even looking at you. You won’t try and stand in front of me whilst I am watching the television. You will not dare do that or switch it off. You remember what happened last time when you did that don’t you and I know you won’t be in a hurry to experience that again. I can sit and revel in my power over you and you just keep adding to it with your pitiful and plaintive questions. You will try to find out what is wrong, you will blame yourself next and start to apologise as you scramble to guess what it is that you have done wrong in the hope that you stumble on the right subject matter and make things rights. But you will fail. Then you move on to trying to bribe me into speaking to you, suggesting we go out, or my friends come round for drinks tomorrow night or that you will cook me something special. Keep at it, I won’t respond. I will not even look at you. You are completely invisible to me as far as you are concerned.

I wonder how long I will maintain this silence with you? You haven’t worked out what to do yet, I am pleased to say. You keep on asking, pestering and questioning, driven by your own anxiety that causes you to want to ascertain what has happened and make things right. This means you might break off for half an hour but then you resume, trying a different tack. If all you knew you had to so was do exactly what I am doing and it would stop. Go silent and get on with what you want to do and I will start speaking to you and acknowledging you once again as I consider a different manipulation to use against you to gather my precious fuel. Fortunately, your empathic nature which means you want to understand and you want to fix and heal, will make you hang in there and all the while you provide me with fuel and power me. So long as you do so, so long the silence will continue.

17 thoughts on “Ever So Quiet

  1. sarabella says:

    And what would happen is I would find the strength to go silent, saw the pattern of him returning. But the problem was, in my own silence, I began to feel resentful. The openness and love was being slowly destroyed. So in the next round of this dynamic, my pleading became sprinkled with anger. With calling things like they were. With subtle counter attacks that eventually became quite overt. Enter Emoath Suoer Nova phase. And then, as he was losing control of me in this, he blamed me for causing dectruction. He tried it all. Blamed me for being the disappointment. The let down. Either way, he did win. He destroyed all the good feelings and hope. And though he lamely tried a bit to flatter me once, it was too late. My resentment and anger was more powerful than the need to be woed again and I had learned enough that the first time was false anyway.

  2. Sarah Marsh says:

    Your inflections are saving my sanity. Thank you, HG.

  3. Scout says:

    This reads as if it was written by an obnoxious, petulant child recalling the aftermath of an argument with an exhausted, concerned parent. Imo…

  4. Siobhan G. says:

    Yes, it was maddening!!! I always had to know why. Thanks to you, HG, I do know why now😊

  5. Ms brown says:

    very common scenario with my experience with the midranger…. he knew just how to stick the blade in and twist, is how it felt to me

  6. Shaking my head says:

    Wow. This is the second time i read this and im just floored people do this. Ive been ignored before but never like this. Id never react like the lady in this scenerio. No id be severly pissed and walk out and give an absent silent treatment. I can see why a narc would enjoy the constant pleading and asking whats wrong because they want to cause distress and punish that person for annoying them. I suffered many a silent treatment from my mother and quickly learned the best way to get under their skin is to act oblivious and unaffected by it. It eats the alive! 😂
    I envision this as a lesser narc mainly because they were impulsive in being physically aggressive and not having control over their temper.

  7. abrokenwing says:

    I read somewhere that one of your girlfriends ignored your silence so you posted photos with some girls on your FB to cause her reaction and she was by your door next morning!
    Can not win as you change the tactic.

  8. MLA - Clarece says:

    Where does the fine line fall with you then, between someone being adoringly attentive to you when you get in each day vs completely annoying you by trying to engage with you? Again, we aren’t mind readers. If you aren’t in the mood to talk and had a long day, can’t you just communicate that? Imagine the fuel you’ll get when you are ready to connect.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      it varies day to day.

      1. MLA - Clarece says:

        Oh… so become a mind reader it is.

  9. CM says:

    H.G. has always been like that. It’s very boy like behavior. That’s why we put up with it.

  10. Geminimom says:

    Not sure why my comment shows its from V? I didn’t change my name but I did fix it. V is geminimom.

  11. V says:

    My husband would act offended if I didn’t ask him about his day at work. I really didn’t care to hear it because all he says is how everyone is after him and wants him fired. He was to be fired all the way to the day of retirement, seriously. I must admit that stressed me for years. Later I found out people loved him and he had people hired that he wanted at his job. I look back and I was manipulated so much by that man and didn’t even know it. And all of it was pointless small minded idiotic waste of time reasons to manipulate me. he’s still doing it, but I’m aware now and HG don’t disappear anymore without telling us, “Please” that was painful waiting. You were missed.

  12. Dodo says:

    Good lord that silent treatment !!! Whenever I tried to make our relationship one consisting of teamwork and mutual respect that’s when I got that stubborn endless silence !!! NO bloody way that man would ever participate or be accountable for one single thing. Ever !!

    1. Michelle says:

      As i read this, my mind began to play out the countless times i did this exact same pleading for answers and repeatitive questioning​ only to be left so confused , anxious, tormented inside.

      I am so happy and blessed i became wise to his demonic ways and am now been narc free for six months now. This time a year ago i was still hung up on him and ni way i could live without him.
      He had six years of getting his fuel off me, i felt he was sucking life out of me. I am an Empath and coming across youtube videos about narc and empath relationships, it all made so much sense.
      HG , your videos helped me so much more than others i had been watching because you being his kind answering so many questions and me being able to have understanding​ of why and how your kind operates.
      Thank you so much. 😁😁

      1. HG Tudor says:

        You are most welcome Michelle, keep on reading and listening.

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