Shifting Sands

SHIFTING SANDS

You feel like you are trying to deal with an opponent that always seems to be one step ahead. It is like trying to tie down a vapour or stop the tide from advancing and engulfing your sand castle. No matter what you do, we always seem to have a way of squirming free, walking away and carrying on as normal. It is like trying to fight a battle with a rusty and nicked sword and one hand tied behind your back. It is akin to those dreams where you try to run but find you cannot move. You try to scream but no sound come from your throat. Every move you make appears to have been anticipated. You play a full house in poker and I produce a royal flush but where did that extra king appear from? I always have something up my sleeve. You are chasing the end of the rainbow but it always keeps shifting, just a little bit further away. You are getting nearer, closing on your goal and then it moves again. You think you have mastered the rules and then we introduce a new one which suits our purposes.

Last week we complimented the steak pie that you made. Our praise was effusive and it was a delightful hiatus in the otherwise unpleasant treatment you had been receiving. You decide to play this winning hand again and proudly place it in the centre of the table only to be met with a sigh and a roll of the eyes.

“What’s the matter? You loved the steak pie I made last week.”

“I don’t want to eat steak pie.”

“Why what’s wrong?”

“Why must there always be something wrong. I do not want steak pie.”

“But you did last week?”

“That was then and this is now.”

Cue scathing put downs and storming from the table leaving you bewildered and upset. You don’t make steak pie again only to be scolded the following week.

“What’s happened to the steak pie? Why have you stopped making it when you know that it is my favourite?”

You dress up to the nines and you are called slutty. You dress down and you are upbraided for not putting the effort in. You try to cuddle us in the night and an elbow is jabbed into your chest because you are making us too hot. Two hours later we wake you up and ask you why you stopped hugging us. We tell you that we will be in by seven and then appear at nine. You are forbidden from questioning us about this. You are not entitled to do so. We do as we please. You buy an expensive gift for our birthday and you are told that it is not as good as last year. The following year you really push the boat out to be told you have spent too much and we just wanted something simple. You re-decorate and select a rich chocolate brown. We declare it to be the wrong shade and point to a colour that looks no different. We will not let the matter rest until you have changed it. Once applied it appears the same. We declare we want to go out for dinner and you get ready only for us to decide we would rather stay in and watch sport.

Whatever you do it is always wrong, never correct, not good enough and an erroneous choice. No matter how many times you ask what we want, you still make the wrong choice. You suggest that we do it ourselves and you are accused of not caring. You confirm you will deal with it and you are a control freak who will not allow us to breathe on our own. Whatever you decide to do or say we will find a way of twisting it around so it suits us. Our logic seems entirely warped to you but to us it makes perfect sense because the only logic we adhere is that which means whatever we say is right, even when we show rank hypocrisy or we contradict ourselves. We can reason away every contradiction you point out to us and if you somehow back us into a corner then we will just accuse you of badgering us, change the subject or walk away. In our minds we win every single time.

We cast you aside telling you that you have let yourself go and we cannot be with you. You see us the next week and we are with someone less attractive than you, carrying more weight and who holds down a job less prestigious that yours. You cannot comprehend why we let you go and chose her instead, especially after what we said. You stare open-mouthed and scratch your head. To us we win again because we have acquired someone new whose fuel is better than anything you have ever provided and in addition we have got to you, so you pour out the negative fuel. If we had suddenly appeared with a supermodel instead you might talk a small degree of comfort in thinking that you could not compete with this person but do not let that think you have secured some kind of small victory. In our minds this just reaffirms that we were right to leave you and trade up.

You catch us in bed with someone else. It is not our fault. If you loved us properly we would not have to stray. You show us complete love and devotion and nobody could ever accuse you of selling us short in the bedroom. We accuse you of having too high a sex drive because you must be getting it elsewhere. If you apply reason and logic, especially towards one of our lesser brethren, then they will ignore the force of your words and instead accuse you of trying to belittle and bamboozle them with long words plucked from the dictionary and why do you always have to patronise them with such words and sentences. Whatever you choose, whatever you decide, whatever you do it will always be wrong and whatever we do will always be right. Accuse us as much as you like for being twisted, illogical and difficult and we will be in your face pointing out how you always have to try and get one over us. Black becomes white and then becomes yellow. Nothing makes sense with us but that is because it makes complete sense to us. Our approach is to gather fuel and that means we can and must do so through any means even if that does not stack up when looked at from your point of view. This warped and stretched approach allows us to achieve our aims, we confuse and bewilder you, we upset and anger you, we control you and each and every time we know that we have succeeded. Like the most deluded Minister of Propaganda we claim to have defeated you even as your tanks roll past us in the background. We see only what we want to see and we are impervious to all of your reason. We will never accept what you tell us because that does not accord with what we set out to achieve and what we must achieve. Of course this will not stop you trying. You try to defeat us as we replace your arrows with celery sticks and your sword with a stale baguette. We never fight fair. Your frustration, annoyance and inability to comprehend why we do this is what keeps you bound to us and allows us to keep on doing what we must keep on doing. Extracting fuel.

So, go ahead, build that tower, build it high with the stones that adhere to your beliefs and principles, from stone that is beautifully cut and polished, that anybody would admire and cherish, but let us see how you build that tower was the sands beneath constantly shift and alter. This is what it is to be entangled with us.

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15 thoughts on “Shifting Sands”

  1. “We can reason away every contradiction you point out to us and if you somehow back us into a corner then we will just accuse you of badgering us… ”

    Him: “you’re too argumentative and you ask too many questions”
    But i do so because if something doesn’t make sense to me, i feel uneasy.

  2. I found a woman in my ex narcs bed , and that is exactly what he said it was my fault . When I look back now the whole drama was orastrighted by him . The pain of that morning will stay with me the rest of my life . It was excusating …but I went back for another round that lasted 18 months . I look at my life he was and is a low life paresite but for my part I’m a idiot … my foolishness I do take responsibility for .

    1. Oh Bel, how awful. Bad enough when they openly flirt in public and you have to keep your counsel to avoid a scene only to be told later they can do what they want, but to find him with another woman and then shift the blame is vindicate. You will get over it in time because you know in your heart not all men are like narcs. Wishing you well on your road to recovery.

  3. The extraordinary lengths your kind go to to control people is mind boggling. It makes me wonder why your kind, particularly the greaters, don’t recognise their irrational behaviour and attempt to work through their unresolved childhood traumas, or at least attempt to understand that blame-shifting and lacking accountability for inexcusable behaviour does not provide an ounce of contentment for N’s or those around you. Yes, I know you will say it’s about survival but there’s an easier way to survive that doesn’t entail head fucking folk. Or have I missed something?
    I’m not criticising here, just trying understand and get to grips with the complexity of NPD and its affects.

  4. Every word true. Once I asked him to hold me “like you did last night,” only to be shoved backwards and told that was last night. 😥

    At the time, it hurt me so bad that I never made the first move toward affection again. Then he wondered why I never did any more. Can’t win. Ever.

  5. Explain the purpose of cuckold. Is it to demean? Blackmail? See how much control you have?

    1. Fuel. One positive stream and one negative stream.

      Oh and then some material to upload too.

      1. What if the IPPS & a IPSS chose to have a threesome with the narc willingly. Not coerced by him. Would he allow that to happen? And if they started enjoying each other & ignoring him, how might he react?

  6. Omg… I’m in panic mode. The house next door to me sold. Today while there were people in the yard cleaning up etc, somehow their dog ended up in my backyard ( playing with my dogs) I went over to return the pup and discover that the person who bought the house is my exs longtime best buddy( leuitenant, he is quite wealthy and owns several properties)To make matters worse he informed me that he was renting the house out to….my ex, my exes brother and two other guys… what do I do??? I own my house almost outright! I love my home! Sorry guys I know I sound a bit dramatic, but I’m feeling gutted

  7. Your picture for this post is fitting !!! What do you think about the Reptilian Brain ?
    I think it’s a very plausible theory for narcissists and psychopaths .
    I believe these disorders are genetic as brain scans have shown differences in brains on scans however depending on how that child is then nurtured it can be managed differently . That’s what I believe anyway . Of course I might sure the world of psychiatrists and therapists want to continue to make their money with the therapy sessions , although of course changes in behaviour patterns can be achieved I think .
    You mention in another post the creature (you) . Don’t you think the real you is actually the lovable you , the talented, intelligent you. The real creature is the narcissist , the narcissist is the creature not the other way around .

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