Understanding Word Salad
What is word salad?
Why do narcissists use it?
What does it sound like?
How do you deal with it?
This provides you with a comprehensive example of word salad and then detailed explanations about its use and how you may tackle it.
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Omg this is my life , this twisted way of arguing it’s him almost word for word
I don’t miss it
I use to read these posts when I got to missing the N really bad, it gave me a jolt back into reality and helped with the H vs. H. Then I realised those times mostly kicked in with hormones. Now when I know the hormone time is coming, I make myself read the posts. Anything and everything I found helpful during the discard and smear campaign, over a year ago; I come back to. He tried his Hoover games a couple times since, but because everything I read jived with all my gut said, I found I had very little to no patience when he pulled the same crap. And extremely low patience for anyone else playing the same games. I have become very outspoken when I feel the slightest game playing or challenge to my well being. I joined online dating site and had a date lined up but the person pushed every button and threw every red flag and I without one ounce of guilt blocked him and did not go to meet him. I still struggle with the occasional missing the N feelings and maybe I got it all wrong and he really did love me, but like I said I found it all relates to the timing of my hormones and that’s when I read posts about word salad and even the one titled “I can’t do this anymore”, and I am acutely reminded of the horrific moments of pain N caused and excruciating frustration and stress that tore me mentally, physically, spiritually and financially. Now I struggle with the rage inside I have for N that washes over me now and then when he enters my sphere, where for the most part I had gone good stretches of not caring much he exists. If I wake up and the missing him or the rage is on my mind, I read posts and blogs till I’m gorged, till something I read hits that one little feeling left for the man and smashes it out of existence. If I had to make a picture of what it reminds me of, its like each memory or thing said between N and I, is painted as a star in my night sky and each time I read about narcissism or pray for my healing and work it out inside, that star burns out. I’m looking forward to filling my night sky with stars and I have been with revisting old familiar places from my youth, spending more time with my mom and sister, doing different things for myself, and planning my future. No contact helps me keep going forward, and making new stars extinguishing bad ones.
Ughh!! That’s so infuriating I get worked up even reading it; she should’ve poured a bottle of wine over you and left (the part with the wine was always a fantasy of mine; I never dared to do it to my narcissist, I didn’t even dare to speak back like she does here..).
Our confusing and exhausting conversations went more along the lines of the big relationship theme. He always wanted to talk about our love story; when we met, what we did each time we saw each other, what I was wearing, what we ate, at which hotel we stayed. On and on it went and it was an interrogation of course; he set me a trap to see if I would come out with something that wasn’t true; something he could interpret as me being unfaithful to him. I have a good memory and being in love certainly helps it along but after two years together even I couldn’t remember it all even though I vigorously learned to keep track. And still, even if I did remember, he just went ahead and distorted the truth, made things up to see if I would go along with them; which put me through pure hell because I then knew there was no right answer. If I told him the events he recounted were not true he would accuse me of not being in love with him since I couldn’t remember such a special occasion; and if I went along with his version of the truth he would turn it around to tell me of course it didn’t happen, but maybe I remember it so distinctly because I did it with someone else. I could never win and I just curled up into a frightened ball in the end.