Can you recall that first Christmas with the narcissist when you were romantically ensnared? Were you in the golden period still so it was a magical occasion of walks through a winter wonderland, saw dancing to Last Christmas by Wham, a whirl of delightful parties and exchanging thoughtful gifts next to the perfectly decked Christmas tree? Perhaps you hosted family and friends and the narcissist was a perfect host, attentive to all, playing games, entertaining and ensuring everybody including you, enjoyed themselves? Perhaps the narcissist went into Santa overdrive and blitzed you with presents?
Maybe the day started well and then descended into chaos, the facade dropping once the guests had gone? Maybe it was terrible from the outset with the narcissist remaining in bed, refusing to help you, nursing a hangover or heading straight to the bottle from the get go? Was it a day of walking on those proverbial eggshells? Were you fearful of the fury igniting as you tried your best to steer your way through the minefield? Did it erupt as the tree was pulled down, baubles thrown at your head, presents broken and the police making an appearance.
As ever you may select all that are applicable before casting your vote. If you have experienced Christmas with more than one narcissist in a romantic setting, apply votes for those additional experiences too.
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