Tell Tale

TELL TALE

We have cast you aside after subjecting you to a litany of abuse, mistreatment and the full horror of our manipulative and disorientating repertoire. You have your absolute all in the pursuit of what you believed to be our perfect love. You have endured humiliation, denigration and belittlement yet you still hung in there, desperate to cure and to heal. You wanted us so much that it hurt and it still does. Not only have we discarded you with a callous disregard for your welfare and sanity, we have added to the pain by parading our latest conquest for all the world to see. You are no longer the recipient of our burning desire. You have been removed from our grace and favour and a new beneficiary has been installed. The monument to our supposedly everlasting love has been razed to the ground and on that once sacred ground we have erected a new edifice, lauding our new, shinier and much improved interest. What was once promised as lasting forever has been smashed into pieces and erased from the history books.

Your hurt, anger and indignation are tangible. The traitorous behaviour we have subjected to you has torn you apart. It is awful enough that after everything you have done, everything you have given and everything that you have endured, you have been struck from the record. The insult has been magnified and multiplied by reason of our infatuation with your replacement. How dare we do this to you. It is utterly unfair.

Your desire for retribution is immense. You want to cause our come uppance and warn the world about the monster that you see us as. You feel that all must be told about the awful toll that you have taken from our treatment but greater than that, you have that irresistible sense of needing to protect and warn. The empathic nature that made you such an attractive target to us has survived notwithstanding the mauling we have given you. You need to save our conquest from what you have been put through. Not only must you rescue the poor innocent from our toxic touch this will enable you to exact a delicious revenge on us. By taking away the thing that we crave, you know that triumph awaits. Our fresh acquisition may work out what has happened, but that will take too long. No, you owe it to her and you owe it yourself to intervene, to educate and warn. It is time to expose us for what you say we are.

You call us for the perfidious behaviour that we have engaged in. You decry our stories of your hysterical and unreasonable behaviour and yet here you are, ready to spread such lies about us to our new love. You hold yourself out as being a person of good nature and compassion yet you are hell bent on ruining our new-found happiness. You were not good enough for us. You let us down and thus you had to be moved to one side replaced. Out with the old and in with the new. That is the natural order of events. The appliance does not work anymore, therefore a new, faster and more effective appliance must be brought to the fore and installed. Why complain about that? Had you been fit for purpose you would still be the object of our affection, but you failed. We gave you every chance and yet you still came up wanting. You are to blame. You only have yourself to blame. Yet, exhibiting the malice that you laughingly accuse us of you go running to our new interest and tell tales about us.

Your poison-laden tongue weaves its malevolent words as you whisper fabricated stories in order to discourage our new love from remaining with us. Do you not understand that this is the very reason why we had to let you go. We tried. We really did, but you would insist on railing against us and not submitting to our will. There was no hope for it other than yo remove you from our lives. As people of substance and rigour, we have not gone with our tales of lament to others, seeking to draw sympathy from them. No, that is not for us. We chalked off our time with you as a mistake and we learn from it. Now we have found someone better. So what that we moved with what you regard as unseemly haste, we are entitled to drive forward. You should take heed of our capability in that regard, instead of remaining mired in what might have been. Imprisoning yourself in a tomb of melancholy is not the way of progress. This only underlines our superiority to you. We have moved on. If you cannot, then that is your problem and not ours.

We act with honour and do not stoop to your level. We know that our character speaks for itself with this new person. We allow them to make their own mind up and the extensive groundwork which we put in place has ensured that this person is impervious to your unsavoury behaviour. We know that our impregnable façade of magnificence cannot be pierced by your savage and twisted lies. Run to our new love, run to them and seek to pour your poison in their ears and we shall watch smiling as they turn to you and shake their head. They are immune to your campaign of smears. They know that we are truly wonderful and that you had your chance but you destroyed what we had as a consequence of your quite frankly unhinged conduct. She tells you how magnificently I treat her and you try to explain how it was like that for you in the beginning but your words are lost in translation. You are told that your jealousy has skewed your outlook, that your paranoia has warped your view of the world. Your craziness has been well documented. We have done the protecting. We have done the warning and as always we got in first.

Tell your tales but all you do is reinforce our brilliance and the reason we were oh so right to be rid of you. Nobody likes a tell tale. Nobody likes you.

5 thoughts on “Tell Tale

  1. Sarah Jane says:

    I mean NISS. Rhymes with PISS.
    Just say NO to anything other than an IPPS.

    Hahaha

  2. Sarah Jane says:

    You’ve heard of ‘rolls off the tongue’, now welcome ‘springs off the keyboard’.
    Wordsmith.
    Genius writer.
    Sex icon – breaking Empathic hearts 💕 since 2015.

    I remember before our FR (of 10 years) after meeting him online, that he knew a lot of women. Women who he would openly flirt with on his various media outlets and who I would consequently see ‘disappear’ if they made any remarks that didn’t adhere to his rules.
    After the exchange of ‘phone numbers came the texting, the flirting, the photos, the calls, the Skype camming, the e-mails, the letters. We were getting close and he became someone who was always at the forefront of my mind. He made me laugh. He was intelligent. And I enjoyed being intimate with him.

    Then, one day whilst browsing a different, less-used public social media site of his, my eyes drove straight into the words of an all-you-can read buffet of sexual innuendos for two. Another woman, openly flirting and him, obliging her with the same shit he used on me. She was young (younger than me), pretty and from Canada. I had a whole 3 weeks worth of shenanigans to catch up on, so I sat there reading the lot (even toilet trips were skipped). Found out lots. Found out he had invited her to stay at his for a week because she’d never been to the UK. She was well-travelled and student-y. Out-going, ‘hip with the times’ and modern expressions (the total opposite of me).
    So I messaged him about it and he just found it amusing. “She’s just a friend. All women are not like you, she’s just cool, has lots of male friends and travels widely. She’s staying for a week soon. I know she fancies me, but I see her as a friend”.
    Then, over the space of a week before she was due to fly over, he had purposely upped the flirting and ‘jokes’ and she was more daring/rude flirty, as if he had told her to do it because ‘some crazy woman’ was in the audience. Oh, he loved winding me up and would mention her name in texts to rile me.
    The week she visited (when my blood pressure and anxiety must’ve been sky high), he hardly corresponded with me. Deliberate, probably – leaving me in a bit of a state to guess if he’d have sex with her before me, or worse, start a relationship with her.
    Anyhow – I ignored what few texts he had sent while she was there and when she’d gone back home he sent “Come back for Christ’s sake – what a shitty week. I felt uncomfortable around her and was sick of hearing Daddy this, Daddy that”.
    I went straight back to that media site to see any further interaction. She was just being friendly, but posting “hey, check out this video” or putting stuff like “your bacon sandwiches are delicious”. He was ignoring them or fobbing her off with two/three word responses.
    I found her Facebook and messaged her. Told her what he said about her, detailed enough with information and slander on her part just enough to show her what a dick he was. She replied. Couldn’t praise him enough, but told me they had not slept together.

    That was all before we met! To this day, I think she still remains one of his NIPSSs.

    1. NarcAngel says:

      Sarah Jane

      Bloody Canadians.

      1. Sarah Jane says:

        Ha NarcAngel

        I love Canadians (I am guessing you’re Canadian from your comment). Canada is also a beautiful country.

        She could have been Indian, Chinese, Spanish, Swiss, or Portuguese. I never had an issue with her – it was him. She must have been very naive, too, like me, as she’s still friends with him and regards him well. There was evidence she hurt too, (on her social media) through her described symptomatic feelings on her posts, but is obviously still oblivious to what he is.

  3. J.G THE ONE says:

    Hello, H.G. Tudor.
    Last Sunday 14 April 2019 18:20, took place the experiment of Reflection that had scheduled.
    I wasn’t really sure how I could do it since I can’t find additional information in the social media Facebook, Instagram, etc. Anyway, as time was running out on me, I decided to continue with my experimental plan anyway.
    I arrived a little earlier at the arranged place.
    After the due presentations, and from the beginning as the one that says, they began to look like red flags.
    Their hoarding attitude and incessant verbiage left no room for dialogue. He really looked like a pretty nice image or at least that’s what he was trying to look like. He really invaded my living space on several occasions and touched me inappropriately on three occasions. He devalued me on several occasions, camouflaged these devaluations under a jocular tone. I come to ask myself about myself, because apparently I was familiar or informed about my person, I ask if I had artistic gifts. This surprised me, because few people know that an oil painting. I showed him some pieces painted by me, and I flattered myself. At the time, I didn’t give it importance, which he told me I had low self-esteem. His body was big and invaded my vital space several times, and I felt a little intimidated. My instinctive attitude was to retract and shrink in my seat. It was really a little intimidating. Because he talked so much, he told me a story from his childhood, indulging in grandiosity and great verbiage at the age of three. This made me think that I really had his person in a very great magnificence, splendour, superiority.
    In the place there were people known by him, and in several moments he got up to greet. At that moment I thought that my plan was not going as I had thought. Well, it’s not reflecting anything at all. So I thought I could only reflect his own attitude, gestures and body behavior. And that’s what I did.
    The time passed quickly, for an appointment seemed excessive to me and more without knowing each other at all. So I told him to exchange phones to continue talking at another time or meet some other time. My plan was on the one hand to reflect and on the other hand to detect behaviors and analyze dialogues.
    I have to admit that my plan did not go very well because of my lack of preparation and this is a mental note for future experiments.
    We had a photo taken and in the evening I received a WhatsApp with the photo taken of us. And a good night message.
    It is here and now where I will transcribe this dialogue and perform the analysis of it.
    Photo…
    The: Good night Ugly! (it is supposed that in affectionate plan, although the truth turned out to me a little sputtered on his part this gesture and little fine) devaluation…
    Me: Likewise. (A covert devaluation)
    The days passed and I haven’t made any attempt at rapprochement because I wanted to see his rapprochement and how it would unfold again.
    This morning at 7:48 I received a WhatsApp on which you can read:
    Note: “Thrones” are richly carved and gilded platforms where religious images, Jesus and Mary are placed to be processioned along a route to the cathedral. These Thrones are carried by the faithful on their shoulders… If you want to know what they are, look for Holy Week Thrones. Spain
    El: Good morning ugly, this Friday I would like to see some Thrones, would you like to accompany me?
    Analysis
    Good morning Ugly, (continues with the supposedly affectionate devaluation).
    This Friday, I would like to see some thrones. (Note a dominant person and environmental controller imposing his plans.
    On the other hand, (I would like, see some thrones) note that the most important thing is him with this (I would like), secondly, of importance, (see the thrones) denotes that they are in the first place again, him and his likes and preferences and as third position, I should be the first option, but I must adapt to him and his likes, plans and preferences. Being in third position of interest… and therefore seeks (Submission).
    On the contrary, An empath would say:
    Good morning, sweetheart.
    I would like to see you again. You left me very impressed the first time I met you.
    Forgive my audacity, but next Friday I’m free, and it would be a pleasure for me, to see you again, Do you feel like it? What do you think, if next Friday we were to see the Thrones together, this would be great. This may be an option, but if you feel like doing something else, I leave it to your choice… xxx
    In the first line I can now see thanks to HG which is full of red flags….
    The first one skips an absolutely essential question. In the encounter, and is whether or not I have a partner. Skipping it by right. Do you have a partner? Here you can also see that if you don’t know me at all, you take it for granted that I will have something with him, (Magic Thought.)
    My answer:
    I don’t know until Friday what my husband’s plans will be. Yeah, I’ll tell you something.
    It’s a great day to enjoy Holy Tuesday. This morning I went down to the center of the city and it was overflowing. (of people).
    *** Initially I thought of continuing with the reflex experiment, but my empathic side prevailed. I didn’t want to continue with the experiment and I didn’t want to do harm for free. I made him see that I had a partner, since I don’t even ask myself about this, since he focused exclusively on him, him and himself during the whole conversation.
    His answer:
    If you have a husband No. I thought you were single. Enjoy Easter! Various emoticons.
    Analysis
    If you have a husband No. (narcissistic wound, reflection of rejection.
    I thought you were single (magical thought, he mounted his story without consulting and asking the most basic question. Do you have a partner?
    He doesn’t give friendship a choice. For in his magical thought this option was not contemplated.
    Enjoy Holy Week! Again you can see in this sentence the narcissistic wound. Somewhat childish, in (Enjoy yourselves), I have been rejected and I no longer join you.
    My answer
    I’m sorry I’m wrong about you. But I insist, have a good time on Good Friday. Smiley face and thumb up.
    Audio message (in a nervous and insecure tone)
    No, J.G., if there’s no wrong woman (disappointing sigh). Denial of guilt for her ERROR.
    What happens is that, knowing me, Well, in short (nervous laughter, denotes insecurity) ahh in short (new nervous laughter, denotes disappointment, insecurity and wound Narcissa).
    Note: It is unpleasant to listen to your explanations, because you feel great pain. I do not know how this can please the narcissists the truth. But I continue with the transcription…
    In case you have a partner, then… Anyway, I really prefer that you see her (Easter, thrones) with your partner. (Devaluation and rejection)
    Because I can become, very naughty, very naughty. (veiled threats, threatens to make my current relationship jump, putting shit. Attempt of revenge for the narcissistic wound).
    And woman no, no, not above all respect for people, And supreme respect, supreme to couples. (Reconstruction of the facade)
    And of course, if at any other time, we want to have a coffee without a husband, then to talk about the divine, about the human and laugh and throw a few curls, of course, of course. Really. (Magic thought again)
    You see, I don’t, I don’t (nervousness) remember that when your aunt, (getting unauthorized information)
    That is your manager (devaluation to my aunt) told me about you, I do not remember that your aunt had never told me that you had a partner. (Obtaining unauthorized information.)
    Anyway, I’m very happy to meet you, (facade reconstruction, Love Boombing)
    Because an aunt who also talks about you, and as little as I’ve been able to see about you, I think she’s fallen short. Well, honestly, I was really looking forward to meeting you. Not now, but years ago. (Love Boombing, magical thinking and outdated information).
    Finally, as the planetary conjunction has not been conducive and has been conspired (against me) so that I can not know you more personally (and intimately). (magical thought)
    Since your manager, let’s go if it were up to your manager you were in Hollywood, I swear to you the little word of the baby Jesus. (Idealization/devaluation), (Why, can’t I be an unreachable star for you? I wonder.)

    And then I prefer, I prefer, I’m more sure if, yes, yes, yes (nervous laughter) if, if, we don’t see each other, A that we see each other. (Denotes again insecurity, self humiliation, self-evaluation appearing again the narcissistic wound). (The need to be more secure, feels weak and insecure, seeks refuge and time to heal his narcissistic wound.)
    But J.G. a pleasure to meet you and I think you are a charming creature. Really. Kisses… (devaluation, objectification, devaluation and projection) (I am not a creature, in any case I am a person. In any case, the creature is him, but he doesn’t know it.)

    Note: I don’t know if the experiment was satisfactory, I don’t think so. On the other hand, I think it was unpleasant to have to destroy this person’s hopes. I find no satisfaction in this kind of act, nor in the negative fuel. Although, I can possibly understand and see that the narcissist sadistically enjoys contemplating the humiliation, the defeat, the destruction, the failure and the loss of the positive illusions in the object of desire. I…

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