A Letter to the Narcissist – No. 30




Hello my old friend

No need to kneel or strip, the hurt will be of a different kind today. Are you excited? I know Im looking forward to it.

I would ask how you’ve been but then I would have to endure one of your vapid monologues on how important you are and exhausted at having the world upon you.  God you really are a bore. I thought I would never be able to retrieve my eyeballs from up in my skull after another one of your diatribes. You do know that the people who smile, listen, and kiss your ass like you do mine, do so to get what they want and are paid to do so? Well you have nothing of worth to offer me so I am under no such obligation. I told you what you wanted to hear and there was not much truth to any of it, just as you did to me.

Of course Im not being fair. You could choose to start talking about your second favourite subject-your balls. Your fascination with them is mind numbing. They are really but two saggy sacks of expired seed that could not produce a boy and are of no use to anyone. The seed is trapped there for all eternity due to your inability to produce the life altering hard-ons I was promised in the beginning and that you knew you could never deliver. Not that I was really interested. I wanted to excavate your mind, only to be disappointed by the vacuous hole that matches the one where your soul should be. Oh, and the pictures of the injuries to them that you sent me? We both know that is not my work but please do give my compliments to whomever caused them.

It was wonderful in the beginning wasn’t it? I confirmed you were every bit as handsome, intelligent, and god-like as you believe yourself to be. I loved filling you up with the power that allowed you to do the difficult things you must do to keep up the facade because it benefitted others, and kept those who coveted your position at bay. I warned you though not to get nasty-to get that from the others. It was so amusing and completely unnecessary when you swore on your pathetic existence that there were no others. I never cared.

Who knew that when you inevitably did, that I would have armed myself by slogging through all those pages of an ancient Inquiry to find those kernels of shame you thought long buried. It must have stung like that one disparaging remark about your physicality (hand to throat in mock horror) made in a book citing your accolades. How I laughed inside while you struggled to compose yourself and demand to know how I knew these things. You cant say I didn’t warn you.

Oh, and I’ll continue to decline your offer to meet and “leave my brand” on you. We both know thats a trap I wont be falling into as I am not “The One” as you called me, but the treacherous bitch that I really am. But you’ll keep trying-your sickness demands it.


12 thoughts on “A Letter to the Narcissist – No. 30

  1. Carol M says:

    Great one, NA. Hoping a narc will understand the much he lost or what he did to deserve being left alone is such as grabbing a cloth that is already soaked, pouring more water over it and expecting it to be more wet. It is impossible, they do not function by our usual standards.

  2. Lisa says:

    Good one NA!! I like this letter very much. Soo lacking in fuel I thought.

  3. WiserNow says:

    This is an interesting letter. I remember reading it the first time about a year ago and now that I’ve read it a second time, I think my knowledge and thought processes about narcissism are more a little more advanced and it raises some interesting questions.

    It strikes me as different from most of the other letters because the writer knows exactly what she is dealing with and seems to relish the interaction as well as her own power in the dynamic between her and the narc.

    Although she ridicules him, calls him boring and pathetic, and says he has nothing of worth to offer her, I sense that she gets her own fuel by saying these things and will set up future meetings just to say the same things in the same scenario of devaluation.

    Unlike other letters written by “victims”, she is not distraught, traumatised, fearful or confused – at least that’s how it appears to me. I get the feeling that she has very strong narcissistic traits herself, or has reached a point of “empathic immunity”. She now gets satisfaction in deliberately taunting and humiliating the narc in return.

    Another interesting aspect is that I wonder what the narcissist would be thinking during the situation depicted in the letter. How would they react to this dominatrix having power over them? Would they be aroused or wounded?

    When you scratch the surface, this letter offers quite a lot to ponder. Thank you to the writer for sharing.

    (PS. I think from memory it was Narc Angel’s letter, but I could be wrong. If it is, thanks Narc Angel 🙂 )

  4. /iroll says:

    A domme writes to her narc sub? It seems a bit histrionic, but the context is theatrical. There’s much field experience and insight – many of these guys seem like this.

  5. LYNN says:

    Well done NA . I take it there is no void left in you from this creature you so clearly despise, that’s my aim now to close the void, even though I’m pressing on well in my new informed life free from danger and ensnarement. I salute you. xxx

  6. Kat says:

    HG, Knowing your humour, are those peaches symbolizing that narc’s balls in a comedic manner? Had to ask! 🍑🍑

  7. Kat says:

    NA, I sure can relate to the diatribes! That was my exact word for it when 1st exposed to them. I started timing them. They would go a half hour!

  8. Jah Princess says:

    My narc contacted me after a year’s silence. I knew what to do but had a bit of a struggle with my emotional thinking. I responded to the hoover email he sent, called the number from a different phone just to see what he would say to me. Eventually my logical tjinking kicked in and I blocked him from contacting me again. No way in hell…

    1. LYNN says:

      Well done Jah I admire your strength it must have been hard x

  9. Shawn says:

    Quick, I need a stamp! I got a letter to mail.

  10. Melinda says:

    Bravo NA! My sentiments as well . . .

  11. Notnecessary says:

    Wow, you rock. This reads like poetry really! You have got to be an author, if not, you are missing your calling.

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