The March of the LoveFrauds

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You died the moment you met me.

My kind are engaged in wholesale slaughter. A daily massacre. Nobody is stopping us either.

These massacres are not literal deaths. No, they way I leave you I believe that you may actually prefer to be dead in order to end the pain. The unrelenting pain and misery that I will inflict on you. What I kill is your confidence, your self-esteem and your sense of worth. I annihilate your finances, obliterate your friendships, shred your sanity and drive an icy cold dagger through your very being. You see, people like you pride yourselves on being honest, decent and understanding. That’s what makes you so attractive to me. That’s what makes the killing all the more complete.

You may think that I am an awful human being and that I revel in the consequences of my behaviour. For some of my kind that is right and for others it is not. Some of my kind have no awareness of what they and believe that what they do just has to be done. Others of my kind know exactly what we do. I am not concerned about how you feel. I have no interest in your reaction to what I do. All I am focussed on is what your emotional reaction does for me.

People are stupid. They need everything to be labelled, to be categorised and pigeonholed. They need great big flashing neon signs telling them what people are as they are too idiotic or lazy to try and work it out for themselves. See the man in a dirty raincoat with unkempt hair that hangs around the children’s playground? He is a child molester. Look over there at the man with a striped shirt and a bag with the word ‘Swag’ on it. He is a burglar. What about the lady in dirty, piss-stained clothes, mumbling to herself and trying to feed the pigeons stones? Oh she is a madwoman. That is what people expect to see. Ask anybody to draw a picture of a murderer and ninety-nine times out of a hundred, they will draw a crazed looking man, dressed in black, carrying a knife or a gun. They won’t sketch their spouse or their relative. Ask a person where they will most find a rapist and they will answer that he will be lurking behind a bush near the subway ready to leap out on some stranger. What they won’t do is point at their boyfriend sat next to them watching television.

And that is where the problem lies. You expect to be able to recognise those that will cause you harm in such an obvious manner. It isn’t like that. There is a reason that those dangerous people are able to hurt in the way that they do. It is because they are all around you. They are sat next to you in your car. They stand with you at the water cooler or in the lift. They talk to you at the school gates or serve you your daily coffee. They permeate society. That is what makes them so effective. The ability to blend in and hide in plain sight. How many times have you heard the neighbour interviewed about the horrific murder of a family by the father, say,

“He always seemed so friendly and happy.”

Or.

“He kept himself to himself.”

Or.

“He was a quiet man. I never thought he had it in him.”

Or my favourite.

“You don’t expect these things to happen here do you? You always think it couldn’t happen here.”

These people appear as innocuous as they are so ordinary and fit with their surroundings. They have masked what lurks beneath. These people, the drug dealers, the killers and the abusers were ordinary. They were themselves and they made no attempt to hide or be different.

This is what makes me so dangerous. I make a conscious attempt to blend in with those around me. I am a shape shifter. I take on the characteristics of my victims, mirroring what they love and enjoy. I become what you want me to be. You have always wanted to meet the successful business owner. I am he. How about the well-read bookish fellow who enjoys the theatre and some amateur dramatics? I can be him as well. You just love people who have travelled extensively? Let me tell you all about my yearlong world tour. Rock nut? Done. Singer? Do re me fah so lah ti do. Family man? No problem. I will morph and twist into these ideal people and in so doing I will slide my tendrils around you with insidious ease and pull you into the full horror of my world.

You are not able to see me coming. I hide behind a thousand masks. The bad people I have described above make no real effort to inveigle their way into your world. They are already there. They are part of your day-to-day life and you are unlucky that you just happened to be near them when they struck. I am completely different. I have come after you. I have marked you out as my prey and circled you, preparing to strike. I engage in subterfuge to further my aims and to enable me to glide in and out of people’s lives with slippery ease. I suddenly appear. Oh, there may be some existing connection admittedly, but that is all part of the preparation. When I actually enter your life I do so in a blaze of deliciously disorientating glory that has you rooted to the spot and gagging for more, such is the addictive nature of my behaviour.

All my work is done before I engage you. That is why your execution takes place the moment we meet. All else that follows is merely your elongated death throes and believe me, do I like to drag them out for the maximum of effect. I even pretend to try and resuscitate you from time to time. That’s just a ruse to enable me to suck more of the life from you. You may regard that as twisted. I don’t care. So long as I am able to feed, that is all that I care about. I must feed. Each and every moment to try and satiate this insatiable hunger that rages inside me. I think that the hunger can be sated but somehow, it never seems to be the case.

Thus my killing goes on and on and on. Victim after victim piling up and the beauty of it all is that I merely slip on another mask and melt away to find another unfortunate. I walk away leaving chaos and destruction in my wake but I never look over my shoulder.

Should you fear me? Absolutely. Sadly, for you, you don’t know what to look for because I do not come into your life bearing a warning. Once I have emotionally slain you, only then might you recognise the danger a second time but of course, by that point the damage is done. Amazingly, some of you come back for more. Incredible isn’t it? Sometimes it is with me or sometimes with another of my kind. The effect is the same however. Another excruciating death.

The beauty of all of this is that nobody can touch me. Those who might try to bring the sanction of criminal penalties against me usually fail. They either won’t do it because they still love me or that somehow they think they can save me and they would rather do that. There are others who are so broken they blame themselves and not me. Others again are so utterly destroyed they do not have the strength to take action. The very few that do not fall at these hurdles soon realise that my innate charm, my myriad of lies and irresistible powers of persuasion mean that actually getting the criminal law to apply to me is nigh on impossible. It is only right. The rules are not meant for me.

All of this means that next to nobody recognises my kind when we first choose you. Why would you? We bear no mark or label. We do not appear as some stereotype. We do not look like abusers but then what do abusers look like? They look like me. Him. Her. That man sat across from you on the train in his suit reading a quality broadsheet. The headmistress who crochets around the clock and is a committed Christian. The abuser looks like the construction worker downing his gallon of beer before weaving his way home. He looks like the quiet neighbour. The shy teenager. The earnest music teacher. The gregarious uncle. Him. Her. Them. You do not see us coming. You had no chance. Society repeatedly fails to identify what we are and how we operate. It downplays what we do with a host of euphemisms and woolly descriptions because people cannot accept that somebody who is so pleasant to them can then be so horrible too. Yet, that is precisely how we operate. Would you trust someone who punched you in the face when they first me you? Of course not. You’d trust him after three years of marriage before the first blow landed though wouldn’t you? You would not trust the fraudster if he stole ten thousand pounds on his first day at work, but after five years of solid and loyal service you would not think twice that he was forging signatures and diverting funds to his personal bank account. Society and people are too ready to apply labels which diminish the impact of what we do and what we are. You can attest to the horrendous damage that we do, you know better than anybody else of the impact that we have and yet you have to listen to people talking about how he is “misunderstood”, “under pressure”, “not normally like that”, “must have been provoked”. These well-intentioned people cause considerable damage as the ignorant apologists for the carnage we unleash.

Now you know what we are, you can identify us with ease. You can now think back to all the people you have interacted with and now you see us as if we have been daubed in bright red paint. Your colleague at work. The “difficult” customer. Your mother. Your brother. That friend who upset you one week and then fawned over you the next. The lovers. The celebrities. The politicians. More and more of us are identified by you and yet still we are able to do what we want and move on to the next unsuspecting victim. Society does not identify us. Society does not understand what we are. Society is utterly ineffective in tackling us. Our numbers are growing and our devastating impact on the lives of all those we entangle (and it is never just the one person is it) grows but what is being done? Do the politicians know us (save when they look in the mirror)? Do the police officers understand what we are? The nurses? The social workers? The judges? The court appointed psychiatrist? The jury? The neighbours? The teachers? The local government officials? All those who might be able to do something to address what we are rarely know what we are leading to greater frustration for you and the continued advancement of our agendas.

Nobody is stopping us.

What are you going to do about it?

 

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31 thoughts on “The March of the LoveFrauds”

  1. Another outstanding and thought provoking piece, quite philosophical and you finish with a pertinent question which I plan to answer/comment in the near future… but for now, a more pressing question is
    Are you Gareth Southgate?
    Awesome and deserved result for England against Sweden yesterday.

      1. Meant as a humorous question HG….
        I did consider it for 5 seconds though you’d have to be masking your voice on YouTube and consults, interviews etc.

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  3. You know, HG, I always write the word “Society” with quotation marks, because there is no such thing. What we call “Society” is a farce and this needs to be duly marked.

      1. Hahaha! I decide to take your remark as a compliment because despite of her controversial policy, worldview and facial hair, Mrs Thatcher showed a strong spirit and actually had a great impact. She managed to silence all of her empathic traits and to develop her narcissistic qualities up to the possible limit, right?
        What is “Walking amongst wolves”? Forgive my ignorance but I’m very new in the know of narcissism (and politics are far away from me as well).

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  5. Truly I died. It is some ghost that has been walking this earth since he discarded me, a ghost participating daily in the life of the world, but evermore unable to engage with it for the stunned emptiness, dead inside.

    1. It feels that way now, I know. It will change , slowly. Your narcissist was not your soulmate, you are. He mirrored you, to you. It was your own reflection , your loves, your caring, your compassion that you saw in him and responded to, not him. Not now, but someday you will be able to look in the mirror and see those things in yourself. It takes time. Please please be kind to your self. Take the time that you need. You’re on no one’s time schedule but your own. Read, learn, understand, ask questions, ask for help. We have all been betrayed, we all understand. You can do this. You are stronger than you know and definitely stronger than he is! He used your strength, now you use it. He didn’t use it up, it’s still there. He just hid it from you, deep inside you. It will come, it takes time. Let it out, use it for yourself, you’re worth it.

      1. Those are such beautiful, kind words. I would like very much to believe them; thank you, thank you!

      2. Believe me. Believe HG. He’s the one who helped me understand that the narcissists in my life ( and there have been many) needed me, my strength. I didn’t need them. I was strong with or without them. They’re weak, not me. I can find joy in the flower, delight in the butterfly and happiness in the song of birds. They cannot. That’s strength. And its something they will never find. That’s why they try and take it from us. They are envious and want what we have, our inner light. I dont know if theirs goes out or if they just bury, but you can’t take someone’s light. You can share your light with someone, as you did with your narcissist, but he can’t take it. It’s yours and yours alone. He’s just hidden it from you. Veiled your eyes and senses, so he could convince you he had light and was strong, but it’s an illusion. He has no light. But you do. Go find it!

      3. I think the light is buried in a place so deep that it is inaccessible to the narcissist. We can share our light (emotional attention) with them but they can never truly own the light so their instinct is to punish or destroy what they cannot own/have. Forever restless, always searching for sanctuary, yet never acquiring peace.

      4. Stephanie, I thought of another way of putting it. If you dont know who he is, look up David Copperfield the magician. He did a show where he made a whole jet disappear. Narcissists are like that. The magician spent most of the show talking about his trick, showing you the jet and blah blah blah. Then spent 5 minutes making it “disappear “. The illusion was not making the jet disappear. The illusion was making you believe he had a jet to begin with! That’s the trick. That’s what narcissists do. They make us believe they are this amazing person, but we dont know its a trick. That all they’re doing is finding our good light, strength, characteristics and reflecting it back to us. Making us believe the illusion that they are something huge. That’s the golden period. Making us believe the illusion ( or that they have a jet). Then they say the magic words, pull back the curtain and we are dumbstruck that the jet and the good person are gone. They’re not gone. They didn’t exist. It was a reflection. It was you and your light all the time!

  6. I now bring it up to some people – mainly as a possibility to consider if I hear about seeming manipulations or notice certain behaviors. But often I may leave out the word narcissistic to avoid them not getting it. I may say personality disordered. Or cluster B. Or emotionally abusive.
    A lot of people that haven’t lived it really don’t care however… and just think oh- well people are all different.

  7. “What are you going to do about it?” – Learn and apply. Me personally, I intent to copy/paste/adopt the narcissistic behavior to ensure a quality life for me. I lived 30 years as an empath, so I believe it’s time for me to change teams. I already targeted my first victim. Let’s see what was next: mirroring his preferences (he likes football and jazz music), love bombing (no true feeling at all), devaluation and discard. Right? Keep your fingers crossed!
    Hey, why rejecting a life strategy that is soooo damn effective???
    HG, did I heard “Welcome aboard, my novice!”

  8. HG, have you ever not had success with a mark after you approached her? You present your persona as a kind of Nietzschean superman… But surely there has been a woman or two who you targeted and didn’t manage to ensnare?

    1. Every battle is won before it is fought. If you read Sitting Target you will understand the process that is adopted so that once the seduction begins, the ensnaring is inevitable.

  9. You ask an important question. The magnitude of the twisted confusion leaves most victims of emotional narcissistic abuse feeling that their story would never be believed, so they choose silence. This silence greatly contributes to the virtually complete lack of knowledge of what a narcissist does to people. “Oh, a narcissist, that’s just someone who brags too much, no big deal”. As such, victims cant even identify what they are going through Let alone get help. “If I try to tell anyone what he did, they’ll just think I’m crazy, no one will believe this”. The mental health community compounds the problem by encouraging the premise that people with mental health issues are all good people who need greater supportive care. I often say to people, “If you, or anyone you know, ever have a relationship that is full of painful, bizarre confusion, connect them with myself, I can help them understand what happened”. Here in Canada, the current American President’s behaviour has done wonders for bringing the effects of narcissism to everyday conversation.

    1. Donna, I really liked what you said. So true . . . ignorance about any mental illness or disorder is rampant. I worked in the field for 20 years.

      I notice that since I am dealing with PTSD thanks to my ex and my part in the relationship, I’m short tempered and anxious. Off the cuff remarks that never use to bother me and now I want to lash out.

      With all due respect, as many Canadians live in USA, there are actually narcissistic traits that our necessary to be a leader of the most powerful country in the world. Trump sees the American people as an extension of himself–if we are doing good, Trump feels good. It’s a win-win. Trudeau has given us plenty to talk about also. I don’t know much about him as he doesn’t interest me, but he comes across as extremely, overly self-adsorbed. What do u think? X

  10. Hi HG…..I left you a message in FB box, of where I found you corresponding on the site Love Fraud….I guess a good title for you writing here. Here is a piece of my Narcissist abuse I got. I got e-mails at the time I was outing the Narcissist on the dating site I met him ( NO real 411 of his name company or address was on there just descriptions ) and when I was in a relationship with his GF as she was using me and my kindness to help her, SHE was Conning me TO find out what dirt I had on the narcissist and to use me to vent with. AS SHE COULD NOT POSSIBLE share with her friends and family the nature of the abuse and ups and downs of her relationship with the narc. She did have me talk to two of her friends on the phone. SO SOME people in her real life KNOW of him, Maybe not all the details. BUT her one friend said WE HATE the Narc. SO A PIECE TO my puzzle….I was getting Anonymous Death Threats of e-mails FROM the GF most likely or the Narc. or one of his Flying Monkeys . I REALLY THINK IT WAS THE GF. As one night she was texting me as one of his Harem women and ( we met and became friends) was at a restaurant HE the Narc. showed up at. Then the GF showed up right after we left. I WENT up to him and said YOU HAVE to leave as our Lawyer agreement. First come gets to stay, second has to leave. SO you have to leave…HE did NOT leave, so I left with his other victim I was now friends with…WELL these are a few of the Sick Nasty e-mails I got of death threats 2015 and 2017. I did file a police report. Nothing can be done unless I got hurt or vandalize showing connection to the e-mails. I had a detective on the case from the police dept. He just called the Asshole Narc. and asked him DO YOU know who is doing this or ARE you doing this…NO…and NO was good enough… SO HG…COULD A Narc. Main Supply who is protecting him Write THESE words…or THE Narc. himself…Enjoy the Evil Ugly words of Sorry HG I am still standing EVIL sick Narcissist Couple YES ?? Thank you Cindy

    > > YOU NEED TO GET KILLED
    > >
    > > Crazy Bitch,
    > >
    > > I can’t wait for Mark’s wedding in November. Don’t worry I will be there. Too bad you will miss the happy event.
    > > He is a happy man without you Bitch.
    > >
    > > He needs to hire someone to kill you. I told him many times. We talk on the phone a few times a week.
    > > I called Mark this morning and told him that I am getting harassing emails from you….the Crazy Bitch.
    > >
    > > We just want you dead. Don’t worry we will think of something
    > >
    > > Crazy BITCH
    > >
    > > YOU WILL DIE SOON
    > > I will make sure I smash your face in pieces to a bloody pulp
    > > YOU WILL DIE SOON
    > >
    > > YOU NEED TO GET KILLEDYOU NEED TO GET YOUR FACE SMASHED WITH A HAMMERYOU WILL GET KILLED🔨
    > > Crazy BITCH
    > >
    > >
    > >
    > > We just want you dead. Don’t worry we will think of something
    > > WE WILL KILL YOU
    > >
    > > YOU WILL DIE SOON.
    > > YOUR BOYFRIEND’S PENIS WILL GET CUT OFF AND STUFFED DOWN YOUR FUCKING THROAT.
    > > HE WILL PAY FOR HIS SINS FOR STICKING HIS DIRTY STD DICK UP YOUR DIRTY ASS AND PUSSY.
    > > DOES HE LIKE EATING YOUR PUSSY JUICE?
    > >
    > > MARK TOLD ME HOW YOU MADE HIM FEEL SO DIRTY AND HOW YOUR PUSSY SMELLS OF FISH ALL THE TIME
    > > YOU ARE SO FUCKING STUPID.
    > >
    > > YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM.
    > >
    > > YOU WILL NEVER KNOW WHO I AM.
    > >
    > > KEEP TRYING.
    > >
    > > I WILL MAKE SURE YOU DIE SOON
    > > I TOOK THIS PICTURE OF A FRIEND.
    > >
    > > I CALLED MARK AGAIN TODAY.
    > >
    > > I DID SLEEP WITH HIM A FEW TIMES AND HE TALKED ABOUT YOU.
    > >
    > > YOU NEED TO GET KILLED
    > >
    > > I WILL MAKE SURE YOU DIE OF FLESH EATING BACTERIA
    > > YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM YOU FUCKING PSYCHO CUNT
    > > YOU WILL DIE SOON
    > >
    > > CHOP CHOP YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFFI DON’T NEED TO SHOW OR PROVE ANY EVIDENCE TO YOU.
    > >
    > > I SLEPT WITH MARK. WHILE WE WERE IN BED, HE TALKED ABOUT YOU.
    > >
    > > MARK SHOWED ME PICTURES OF YOU. YOU ARE THE MOST DISGUSTING PIECE OF SHIT I EVER SEEN AND I ASKED MARK HOW HE COULD EVER BE INVOLVED WITH AN UGLY PIECE OF GARBAGE CASE LIKE YOU?
    > >
    > > I WILL FUCKING CUT YOUR HEAD OFF!
    > > I KNOW PLENTY ABOUT YOU FUCKING PSYCHO
    > > YOU CAN’T EVEN WRITE OR SPEAK PROPER ENGLISH YOU FUCKED UP PIECE OF SHIT.
    > >
    > > BUT CAN YOU READ THIS?
    > >
    > > YOU NEED TO GET KILLED
    > > YOU NEED TO DIE REAL SOON 🙌
    > >
    > >
    > > I DON’T HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOU
    > >
    > > THE ONLY THING I NEED TO DO FOR YOU IS TO END YOUR PATHETIC LIFE
    > > STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS YOU FUCKING NOSEY BITCH
    > > YAY!
    > >
    > > YOU WILL NEVER KNOW WHO I AM
    > >
    > > YOU WILL DIE SOON😀
    > > HAHA! YOU WILL NEVER KNOW WHO I AM. YOU WILL DIE SOON
    > > Cindy,…….I BLOCKED YOU. I AM NO LONGER RECEIVING YOUR EMAILS IN MY INBOX.
    > >
    > > IF YOU VIOLATE THE RESTRAINING ORDER, YOU WILL BE ARRESTED AND GO TO JAIL.
    > >
    > > MARK AND LISA HAS A RESTRAINING ORDER AGAINST YOU BUT YOU ARE SO SICK THAT YOU HAVE TO STALK AND HARASS THESE PEOPLE FOR 10 YEARS.
    > >
    > > MARK DOESN’T WANT YOU CINDY. YOU ARE NOT TAKING YOUR MEDICATIONS. YOU ARE A VERY SICK WOMAN CINDY.
    > >
    > > I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE AND WORK AND I FOLLOWED YOU HOME SEVERAL TIMES. I WILL NOT TELL YOU DETAILS ABOUT HOW MUCH I KNOW ABOUT YOU. IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.
    > > BUT DON’T WORRY, I KNOW ENOUGH TO DESTROY YOU.
    > >
    > > I TOLD MARK AND LISA THEY SHOULD HAVE YOU KILLED.
    > >
    > > PLEASE CINDY, PLEASE TAKE YOUR LIFE CINDY. PLEASE SHOOT YOURSELF CINDY. PLEASE GET A ROPE AND HANG YOURSELF CINDY.
    > >
    > > PLEASE CINDY PLEASE PLEASE COMMIT SUICIDE CINDY. THE WORLD DOESN’T NEED YOU IN IT.
    > >
    > > CINDY, YOU ARE SO BETTER OFF DEAD
    > >
    > > I HOPE AND PRAY TO GOD THAT MARK BLOWS YOUR BRAINS OUT.
    > > CINDY, I BLOCKED YOU. I AM NO LONGER RECEIVING YOUR EMAILS IN MY INBOX
    > >
    > >
    > > CINDY YOU ARE A SICKO
    > >
    > > YOU NEED TO BE KILLED
    > >
    > > PLEASE KILL YOURSELF
    > >
    > > YOU NEED TO DIE SOON
    > >
    > > YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A PSYCHOPATH CRAZY OLD MIDDLE AGED BITCH
    > >
    > > NOBODY WANTS YOU
    > >
    > > YOU WILL DIE ALONE
    > >
    > > I CAN ONLY SEND YOU MESSAGES
    > >
    > > I CAN’T READ YOUR EMAILS ANYMORE
    > > I BLOCKED YOU AND MY SYSTEM AUTOMATICALLY DELETES YOUR MAIL
    > >
    > > IF YOU SEND EMAIL YOU ARE WASTING TIME BECAUSE IT AUTOMATICALLY GOES TO TRASH AND DELETED
    > > CINDY YOU ARE A SICKO. YOU NEED TO BE KILLED. DON’T BOTHER WITH RESP
    > >
    > > > CINDY …THIS EMAIL AND ALL OTHER ONGOING NEW ONES THAT YOU CREATE
    > > YOU WILL BE KILLED SOON
    > > CINDY …THIS EMAIL AND ALL OTHER ONGOING NEW ONES THAT YOU CREATE WILL ALL BE AUTOMATICALLY DELETED TO TRASH. KEEP WASTING YOUR TIME YOU UGLY MIDDLE-AGED PSYCHO BITCH. CHOP CHOP YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF PSYCHO BITCH
    > > >
    > > > CINDY THE PSYCHO BITCH SHOULD BE KILLED SOON.
    > > >
    > > > YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHEN I FOLLOW YOU HOME.
    > > >
    > > > SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE RESTRAINING ORDERS AGAINST YOU.
    > > >
    > > > THIS IS ON YOUR RECORD.
    > > >
    > > > ALL YOUR EMAILS WILL GET AUTOMATICALLY DELETED WITHOUT READING.
    > > >
    > > > CHOP CHOP YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF BITCH. BLOOD WILL GUSH OUT OF YOUR THROAT
    > > > AFTER I CUT IT
    > > >

  11. But where are you coming from? Are you born this way? Or was it a trauma, an illness or a bad education… Or is it the thing we call evil, because you can’t change. You don’t feel the good power in you… Therefore you must destroy anything good in your life, and in the life of your loved ones…

  12. I’m going to advertise your site as soon as you make those window decals for my van available! 😁

      1. Well, I’ve outed my mother to her family ( they’re narcissists or flunkies too, so that did no good), her friends ( mostly more flunkies), her doctors, her nurses and anyone else who would listen. I warned them all and completely polluted her environment. I’d put a sign in the yard but no one knows her were I live. So all I have left is ADVERTISING IT ON MY VAN! HINT HINT!

    1. The decals, hats and t-shirts could be helpful. “Dump the narcissist now, ask me how”! (I often cope through humour, it’s not intended to belittle anyone’s suffering).

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