Nothing’s Impossible

NOTHING'SIMPOSSIBLE

 

 

There are times when even my charm is in limited supply and is refusing to stretch. This often happens when I have subjected a victim to a fierce period of devaluation so that they have been pushed to their limits and they are at breaking point. Something stirs inside of them which causes them to decide that they need to escape me. They may not fully understand why but they know that they need to depart. It may be the case that an external influence is interfering in my carefully laid plans of denigration and this meddling threatens to puncture of even sever my supply of delicious negative fuel. It is at these moments when I am staring at the potential loss of a succulent supply of fuel that I make a particular play in order to prevent the cessation of supply. In such circumstances I will ensure that there is only you and I and that the potential for external interference is at a minimum. I need to ensure that I have your undivided attention and there will not be somebody else seeking to throw a spanner into the works. I want them excluded and banished so that I can concentrate entirely on you and make my last throw of the dice.

“I know that this time I will have to change,” I will begin as I fix you with my most earnest of looks. You stop what you are doing and look at me and already I can see the indecision in your eyes as I start with this sentence. It is always a good opening gambit. You and your like love to think that we can change, that there is some goodness deep within us that can be harnessed and used to get us back on track. You are great believers in redemption.

“I need a miracle to help me this time, “ I continue as I underline the gravity of the task that I am faced with. By according such gravitas to your stated intention to depart, I demonstrate just how seriously I am taking your threat. Inside I am exploding with rage at your audacity in daring to even to suggest that you will leave me. Me, of all people, me who has done so much for you. It is everything I can do to contain the fury but I know I must do so for an explosion now will be what finally pushes you away.

“How did we come to be this far apart?” I ask fixing you with a pleading look. By underlining that we were once so close, nay inseparable, I am appealing to your desire to bring us back to that closeness once again. This also allows you a chance to talk and talk is something you like to do. I let you trot out all the perceived injustices that you have supposedly suffered at my hands. I hear little of it because I know that you are mistaken and this is all based on your incorrect perceptions of me. This time I just have to let it wash over me in order to allow my influence to exert itself over you. I cannot stand to be criticised and inside I am dying but I am taking this blow for the greater good, the greater good of ensuring this precious fuel supply remains intact.

“Just tell me what you need me to do and I will do it,” I trot out next, conning you into thinking that you have some vestige of power and authority over me, when of course you have none. Again in order to serve my own purposes I am content to allow you to think that you can bring some influence to bear over me. Again this will give you a chance to detail all of the change and remedial behaviours you expect me to engage in. I will nod and make the appropriate noises as you ramble on about the changes you want me to effect. I pluck the lines which I have heard others use on so many occasions to enable me to continue my con. You are suckered by it on every occasion. I know it works and this is why I do it.

“I know we can get through this, nothing’s impossible,” I add as I take your hands and stare into your eyes. Invariably this line secures you giving me yet another chance and your relief eclipses my own as I know that I have you once again. Your joy at not parting provides me with even further fuel and I can allow you a brief golden period by way of reward. After all, you may as well enjoy it because it is not going to last for long is it?

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4 thoughts on “Nothing’s Impossible”

  1. The first time I tried to break up with the nex I stood up for one extra month of suplice. It’s like when you’re inside a casserole and the water is boling hot, the nex throws a spoon and fishes you up a bit, only to put you back into the casserole, but this time, sealing it with its top.

  2. I was exactly there 2 weeks ago – his other gf too. Two of us – same weekend at breaking points and he is telling me that he wants to escape both of us- that he ruined both her and my life etc Well … I escaped a week later- not in a fight – not in him or I wrongdoing – just because I knew what was REALLY happening and I could see he would give me a respite only to achieve me – or potentially discard me. WHen I read back all the textes of the many times I left or threathen to leave , I réalisé I was way too emotional to even deal with myself let alone losing him and the drama that made me feel alive.

    The last texts before escaping were nice – miss you – was sad to see you go etc they were illusions – but I don’t feel the rage or the abandonment or the confusion i used to be in everytime I left him before. I am sure he thinks now she really is crazy … she respond to my nice texts by leaving.

    He probably thinks I will wake up and get back to my sense and he is right I am … getting back to my sense – wanting a life and not crumbles of life.

    Thanks to you HG and everyone contributing with their stories . Help us see the light.

    1. On my journey – if it helps you, this is how it happened to me:
      One month before The Escape.
      Me: I can’t cope with the emotional stress of this relationship anymore – you criticise me, you criticise my friends, you sing better, cook better, talk better, decide all our vacations, decide how to spend ‘our’ money, I cannot even go to church without asking your pemission!
      Nex: You are very pessimist. I talk 1000 positive things to you but you only focus on 1 tiny negative thing. You prefer to pay attention only to the negative things, you want to make drama.
      (First try to The Escape)
      Two weeks later
      Me: If you agree to treat me exactly like in the begining of the relationship, we can give this relationship one second chance
      Nex: Yes, I will try to do better in this relationship, I just have no idea what I am going under.
      The Escape:
      Me: This is the end. No more excuses, no more emotional stress. A second chance is fair, third is nonsense.
      Nex: Well, I guess we were not meant to each other. I feel bad that I lied to you many times that I always would be with you, other than that, I am ok.
      Lots of quotes of happiness on Facebook, smiley faces, sports events, supportive messages of friends and family.
      Three months later.
      Initial Grand Hoover
      Nex:
      Hey, how are you?
      Hey, you ok?
      Hey, I see you are not avaliable on Facebook or WhatsApp, are you alright?
      Hey, I don’t know if you remember me, I had lunch with you once, I just want to know if Caroline is ok since she doesn’t reply to any of my messages.
      …And we have an Upper Lesser Victim Narcissist.
      How exhausting!

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