The Igniters of Fury – No. 18
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I COULD-NOT-STAND to watch him eat!
It literally sickened me.
He was very gluttonous and ate as if someone was about to steal his food!
My narc mom took food from me, but scolded me if I took food from her,, :/
Such a funny set of entitlement these narc parents have!
Our family of 5 had meals ONLY my N Dad wanted to eat. Even my mother hated them. But she cooked them. Forced to eat them, gagging the whole time, until it was gone or keep sitting there until it was (Mommy Dearest, much?) Dishwasher was broken and doing dishes at 8 or 9 years old. I’m super sensitive (shocking… I know, for an Empath, right?) but really, to anything. Sound, Heat, everything. Water wasn’t hot enough to his liking so he turned it as hot as possible and held my hands under it, burning me, yelling, saying, “Do you want to get me sick? Not using hot enough water???” Good times. LOL. Then someone ate the last doughnut out of a box! It MUST have been my Mom because us siblings all swear we didn’t and we are really close. But we were all grounded for 2 weeks because we were all traitorous liars. 😂 Funny-not-funny. We still talk about it to this day.
IJ
I can relate as I experienced those same things. They also ate different food from us kids and they ate in the livingroom while we kids ate in the kitchen and were prompted to “stop talking and eat and then get those dishes done” from the other room if we dared talk. I was amazed when I saw other families eating together and the same food.
Narc angel – They did not eat in a different room, but there was NO TALKING at the table! They didn’t even talk to each other. I was amazed at friends’ houses when they all TALKED and enjoyed each other’s company and asked about their day/lives… freaks. 😂
IJ
I was astonished too when I went to friends houses and they all sat together at the table to eat and talked together. In my family everyone fixed their own food and ate separately, often in different rooms and at different times. I wasn’t allowed to talk to my parents when they were eating. For years after I left home, I had a hard time eating at the table with someone else. I just found it too creepy to eat with someone watching me. Or to talk while eating. Windstorm2
Anything food related was epic, some of my worst memories.
The kitchen, a battleground.
Mealtimes, meal preparation, when and where to eat, how to eat, what bowl/dish to use or not to use and heaven help me if I got it ‘wrong’.
I can’t say the number of times I swept up the shards of smashed crockery after a meal-related rage.
He felt the need to school me on how to wash dishes!
Often he’d only cook for himself, I’d be told I’d just have to wait until he was finished if I wanted to use the kitchen. He leave the place in a mess: sink full of dirty pans and dishes, messy work surfaces, the stove grease-spattered.
“I’ll clean it later, when I feel like it” and it could stay like that for days.
I got sick of eating crackers but trying to prepare a hot evening meal with him there wasn’t worth choking it down with his rage.
There were pock marks on his kitchen wall from where he had smashed dishes with his previous partner.
It’s ironic that I’m a trained chef!
When my sister and I were in our early teens we thought it would be nice to surprise our parents with a homemade dinner. So we got out the cook book and and got to work. We had it all ready when they got home from work. The response from my mother was “What did you do!? I was saving that meat!”.
This ive not experienced with any of the narcs in my life.
That’s funny….cause I can remember an incident where I was setting with my first Narc ex…..and he said something to upset me right as my out food arrived and it really upset me…..and I instantly lost my appetite and then as he set starting at me…waiting for my reply as he was digging into his food….I looked at my food and said…..”forget it”……and i pushed my plate over to him and he said NOTHING! And he began eating his food and some of mine! I started at him in disgust! And with the consecutive lesser narcs….I would notice at meal time not all meals we had together but a few they would upset me and I couldn’t eat the food they just bought me! No lie….something about food and eating! With the first Narc I had low blood sugar a lot because I just couldn’t eat with him nor was I hardly ever hungry around him…..odd.and that incident with the first Narc….later that night I woke him up out of his sleep and he seemed all conserned as to what was wrong with me….and I said I was having low blood sugar as I had not eaten….and he actually ran down the street and brought me some food! Like mean and then super nice and concerned in the same night! Mind boggling to say the least!
Now, H.G, what’s with the cute snowflakes? It hardly seems like you!
I’m not complaining, it’s nice to see a playful side of you!
I can make it snow. Just like that. What’s not to like about such ability?
I’ll have to try that. I’m sure I’ll enjoy it.
Spot on, HG! My ex N was very possessive about food. Friends showed up unexpectedly and stayed for dinner. The fare offered was simple and inexpensive and there was enough to share, however when one of the guests asked for seconds, my N growled and made a face.
Wow, Geyserempath.. wow…
Yeah the narc ate like a pig..
Meaning: Your Food = Our Food
Our Food = Their Food
So we may as well say “eating food”
I’d just pull a narcy and blame shift…”you shouldn’t have left that snickers bar there unattended.”
Ayeee. Lol.
That’s the truest truth in the world.
They are sooo territorial about food and this is incurable. Never. Ever. Lol.
I adore that precious murderous glare full of disbelief and profound indignation when you “steal” their food. “I can’t believe in it… How…how dare you!?!”. Lol.
They also like to steal ingredients while you are cooking. You like “Whoa, where is a tomato? It was there 5 minutes ago… It seems someone has stolen it… Who is HE, don’t you know, huh?”. And then YOU give the murderous glare to your “suspect” and meet the VERY INNOSENT smiling eyes. “Maybe ghost did it?”. Lol.
I’m just sitting here shaking my head.. really??
Seriously?? All the problems we can have in life, and THIS is what you’re going to pick?
Goes with the – even the mundane must be dramatic – meme…
ha haa Noname – the Ghost!
Wait, I thought our food was the food I bought. hahaha.
Oh yes. This was a big cause for fury. We once were driving to Florida from the east coast. Using my car of course because he didn’t want to rack up mileage. He had brought 2 apples. We lived together so it was apples from the house. I was hungry and reached behind me to get an Apple. He threw in the cold rage with clenched teeth. It basically ruined the entire week. He also didn’t want to split the cost of food in my home because he didn’t want to pay for my daughters chips and pretzels because he doesn’t eat them. So we bought food separately and ate separately. A real mensch. If there are times I miss him I just think about these kinds of things. Cheap and not wanting to share what was his but wanted to use everything of mine.
I’ve seen it both ways. My mother had “her” food that no one could touch, so that’s how I was raised. Then once I married, my exhusband considered all food fair game and would find my little treats and eat them without thought. That really seemed unfair. After all those years of not being able to eat things. Now that I had my own home, I still couldn’t keep any treats of my own!
That’s really sad WS2!
Really really sad 🙁
Hi windstorm…you triggered a memory about food. I used to hide my treats/snacks in my bdrm from my brother bc hed eat them otherwise. Its sad when people cant respect others things including food. The family jokes that i forgot about it and would find it months later with mold on it. I did have to hide my goodies tho. My stash was usually up in my closet lol