HG, I love the picture. I have always (even, I realized what he is) compared my narc to a spoiled little boy and myself a yellow balloon that he would hold by a string. Every on and then he would pull me down and push me away, but never allow the string to be severed so I would float in that pull and push motion. Not different from others here, it was a nightmare. My father is a lesser narc and an alcoholic. I often think, that my romantic entanglement with a narc is due to my somehow inherited addiction. Every time I see a ballon I am reminded of my ensnarement.
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HG, I love the picture. I have always (even, I realized what he is) compared my narc to a spoiled little boy and myself a yellow balloon that he would hold by a string. Every on and then he would pull me down and push me away, but never allow the string to be severed so I would float in that pull and push motion. Not different from others here, it was a nightmare. My father is a lesser narc and an alcoholic. I often think, that my romantic entanglement with a narc is due to my somehow inherited addiction. Every time I see a ballon I am reminded of my ensnarement.