You Want To Wake Up

YOU WANT TO WAKE UP

Remember when you would wake up and reach for your mobile ‘phone and find that loving and uplifting message that I had sent you? I always rose before you and ensured that a delicious, tantalising text was sent to you ready for when you woke. Like a morning cup of tea on your night stand it was that little gesture which made you feel special. It told you that the first thing that I thought of when I woke up was you. This message of love, desire, passions and excitement would provide you with the first buzz of the day, a delicious reminder of how wonderful I am and how marvellous we are together. The first text of the deluge that would follow throughout the day, scores of little gift-wrapped presents which you open and smile, laugh and melt over. Little did you realise that these messages had been recycled from your predecessor and would be used again for your replacement. Little did you also realise that two other people were receiving these messages first thing in the morning.

Now there is nothing. There is no chime of that early morning text. There is no winking light denoting the text waiting for you to open it. It is silence. As your eyes open, the conditioning that I caused makes you immediately remember how you used to feel when that text arrived. Where once you woke with excitement in your stomach now it is just the sharp stab of pain as you know there is nothing waiting for you. You understand this is how it should be, the need to stay away from me, but it hurts. It hurts so much and how long will this pain remain with you? Will it ever go away? Those months of daily morning texts has ingrained a pattern and a longing inside you and no matter how hard you try the first thought of your day is always

“Four months ago he was still sending me those wonderful texts.” Last month it was the same sentence only it began with three. You roll on to your back and though you know you shouldn’t, you cannot help but allow me into your mind even further as you recall those mornings where we ended up late for week because of our passionate love-making. That quick dart to the en suite and then back into bed where I was waiting for you. You turn and look at the empty pillow and that all too familiar bitter sweet sensations sweeps across you. You know you should not do this. You know you ought now to seek refuge amongst the ghosts of once what was, but it makes the pain lessen, just for a while and it is just a memory isn’t it, thinking about me just the one time cannot do any harm can it? Just the one time. You give a twisted smile at that sentence which has somehow become your daily mantra as you struggle to escape the toxins that I have left inside you, the legacy of my oh so effective seduction and poisoning of you. Just the one time you check on my tweets and who is following me and who I am following. Just the one time you parked near where I lived and watched slumped in your driver’s seat to see who might appear at my door. Just the one time you sent a friend to watch me at an event you knew I would be attended and to report back on what she saw. Just the one time you re-read the e-mails I sent you. It was just the one time for them all and more, well one time a week then one time a day, but I dont know what you are doing do I, so where is the harm? Just the one time you return to my Facebook profile, scouring it, looking for clues like some desperate detective intent on tracking down the prolific killer. You check what I have liked, a picture here, a comment there, some meme about relationships which could be a dig at you but you are not sure. Any trace of you has been erased from my profile, gone are the messages, the comments and the pictures. Somebody else is there now, although there is some ambiguity. A red-headed woman appears in several pictures, laughing with me. You see one where her arms is draped around my shoulders and you feel the burning jealousy and anger and curse both you and I for this feeling. You fling your tablet to one side, muttering under your breath, just the one look having derailed your day before it has begun and vow not to look again. But you will. Just one look. A journey through the carousel of pictures, checking fingers to see if rings have appeared on them, of both me (it would be awful to see that rings on my wedding finger, something I always denied you) and of the women I pose with (it makes you feel sort of better if they wear a ring, that means that they won’t be with me, doesn’t it?)

You skulk amongst my twitter posts and return to my profile on my work website, reading the biography which you know off by heart. Your fingers rest on my profile picture as you see again the tie which you bought me for that particular photo shoot. Some days you wish it would be updated and then others days this once look makes you feel that perhaps I do not hate you, how can I if I still allow this picture to remain? You try not to think about me but somehow your mind just wanders there of its own volition, snaking through a thousand memories that spring up each day. Perhaps you will stay awhile amidst them, just the once minute of remembering. At the weekend you drove out to the forest path we used to amble along during sunny September mornings. Nobody else was ever there. Just you and I. You walked that path again, it was just the one time you needed to do it, to converse with the ghost of my presence as you found yourself talking aloud to me as if I was still walking beside you, holding your hand. It was meant to be just the one time but you have returned three times since, each time swearing that this time is when you exorcise those spectres.

What am I doing now? No doubt getting ready for work, perhaps showering and singing away as I once did in the shower we shared. Am I with somebody? Is somebody preparing breakfast for me or reclining in bed waiting for me to return to the bedroom towel draped about me? It seems so long since you have heard from me and so much remains unanswered, unsaid and unresolved. How would I react if you rang me? You cannot bring yourself to delete my number, just in case there was that one final conversation which could take place and put so many issues to bed, slay so many demons and close so many doors. That would all that it would take surely? Just the one conversation. Keep it business like, keep your emotions in check but just to get some answers so you can move on. Surely that is owed to you? You wonder whether I would answer if you rang me? How would I react if I saw your number on the display? You doubt I have blocked you, why would I do that? Your fingers toy with your phone, you need to know, just the once, just to make the hurt go away. You find my name. You want to hear my voice again, talk and no more but you feel anxious and the trepidation crawls over you. You need to know. You need the answers. What about ringing me and then stopping before I answer to see if I call back? Yes, that is a good idea, that would then show that I do want to talk to you, without the fear of having me hang up on you. That’s it. You will telephone me again after these months of nothing and let it ring and then this ever present agony can be eased. The questions can be answered when I call you back. You will not melt into my arms again. No, you are going to resist those sweet charms because you know what lies behind them. You have earned your stripes in that regard but you need to have this conversation, for yourself. You need to know I will talk to you. A text message isn’t immediate enough. I might not see it for some time or delay in replying, but a missed call, that brings a potential for urgency and immediacy and I am bound to respond to that aren’t I. You will call me. You will call and let it ring. Just the one time.

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15 thoughts on “You Want To Wake Up”

  1. Hi HG,
    I seem to remember watching the film “The Neverending Story” with matrinarc. I saw them refer to “The Nothing” and all efforts to stop Fantasia falling into it forever. I remember saying to my mother “you’re right! It’s everywhere!” I thought in that moment that everybody had this nothing and I was sick because I didn’t have it.
    My mother agreed and said I had to help stop The Nothing. By doing so, I had to be happy all of the time and never sad, always ready to help her. From that moment my status as machine was set and I eliminated any heavy thoughts.
    I wonder, have you seen this film or read the book, and do you think the story is based on the concept of narcissistic personality disorder?

    1. I’ve dealt with the book quite extensively and it’s not about narcissism, but about the creative power of fantasy through which the world can be healed. It’s a celebration of the Romantic idea of the artist as creator/god. The nothing refers to the absence of fantasy and its creative power.

      The book does touch on the dangers of narcissism when Bastian is shown the city of the crazy emperors who had become lost in the fantasy and have forgotten who they really were and what reality was, by trying to take the throne of the child empress.

  2. It’s absolutely uncanny how you put your words into my life! How do you know these things? You don’t know me; yet you do. Better than anyone else or anyone has a right to. I read this entry and write this comment through blurred vision as the tears cloud my view. I promise myself time and time again that I’ll never do this again; and yet again I lie. When will the pain stop? Is it love, an addiction, or what? Please; tell me what to do to end the agony and misery. Please promise me that it’ll one day fade. Soon…

    1. It will fade, but it is will be a scar. Once it does, you do have to address what is underlying how you connected with the N in the first place. Read Emotional Sea on this blog. It helped me.

    2. Wanda Lee
      It is both one-sided love and an addiction. Your love is real; the narcissist’s love isn’t. Read as much as you can so you can understand what you went through. It takes a while for the addiction to fade. Your heartbreak is palpable in your comment and I am very sorry that you are going through this. Nothing was your fault and you deserved better; you deserved to be loved.

    3. Wanda Lee

      Heartbreak can produce real pain, time heals if you let it. One of the hardest things is to control and redirect ones thinking, to separate the emotional from the logical. With baby steps, reading and following HGs advice, support from the many here you will overcome this.

    4. Wanda Lee, it will fade. I’m quite recently out of my relationship and it does get better month by month. You need to address the sorrow and you’ll feel it transform into a vague sadness after awhile. Sadness can be beautiful; tinged as it is with the regret of leaving something behind, while in a more detached manner, halting for a few seconds on the threshold of all the possibilities a new life can bring. I think it’s necessary to go straight through the pain, cry all the tears you have in you for the loss of love; every teardrop is him leaving your body; you reclaiming yourself. Go through what happened and arm yourself with knowledge here; learn to think rationally about what you went through, dare to confront your own issues that might have made you susceptible to this kind of twisted pain in the first place. You will smile again. Hugs to you!

    5. Don’t promise anything to yourself and don’t expect any promises from others, Wanda Lee. It is meaningless.

      Wait for “enough is enough” state development and after that you can start your healing journey in a natural, steady and effective way.

      You can accelerate the “enough is enough” state development – read about Narcissism and “see” the whole horror of your problem. Simultaneously, gain your strength and get rid of your weaknesses.

      It isn’t an easy process, but you’ll win, if you really want it. I wish you good luck, Wanda Lee.

  3. He, it, she will not be contacted.
    Your dream-like waxing HG, has scant effect on my desire to connect with or be contacted by the past.
    Yes, the past. I am unravelling (not wrestling) those demons and slowly but surely the knots of the past come unbound as do the tendrils of the present.
    Narcissism is but a symptom to my real problem and to keep my focus on a symptom is like carrying kleenex for the flu….not as useful as one might think.
    My real problem is what is it about me that attracts the likes of you (no matter what school or cadre). As soon as i unravel this mystery, narcissism is no longer my focus.
    You are perpetuating the focus remain on the symptom even with all your good intentions.
    Wonder if this piece will be added to the comments or remain in moderator pergatory for all eternity.
    I guess we’ll find out.

    1. An eternal student,

      If you attract Narcs then it’s because you’re a good, decent, honest, trusting, loving person flowing with fuel. Read “Sitting Target” by HG; it addresses the why and how a Narc targets you. You can’t change these core qualities, however you can choose who and what you let into your life!

    2. An eternal student,

      Yes, and when you finally reach the point of focusing on you and yourself; on your own part and your own responsibility in the narcissistic dance, that’s where true healing starts. Sounds like you’re there. Good for you!

    3. I listened to a good video that addressed this.. It added, “it’s not just what you do to attract them.. but – what is it about them that attracts YOU? When you are No longer attracted to them, you will not care if they are attracted to you”… I think she makes a great point.

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