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 to 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 telltale.

Nobody likes you.

6 thoughts on “Tell Tale

  1. NotMe! says:

    Sometimes it works out on our side though. N ex contacted my son, who’d been told to ignore and block him and don’t tell him to F*** off. Of course, he didn’t do as he was told. He sent him this instead. I know it’s against the rules but it’s made me laugh today, and I think I understand more about thought fuel now.

    Hope it makes other IPSS’s smile too

    1. Violetta says:

      If you know any young women who are regularly subjected to this kind of BS, make sure they’re familiar with Maddie & Tae’s “Girl in a Country Song.”

      1. HG Tudor says:

        They be far better served becoming familiar with my work.

        1. Violetta says:

          The two are not incompatible, GH. I’ve told several actors about your site, including one who survived (barely) a season with the same narcy director who did everything she could do destroy my confidence, and also had one girlfriend who was a classic narc–so help me, I once came out of a cinema bathroom stall to find her standing in front of the mirrored counter, ostentatiously kissing an envelope from my friend’s supposed rival on the west coast. I didn’t now about narcs then, I but I told him, “she WANTED me to see it so I would tell you. I saw her eyes flick towards me in the mirror to make sure I caught it.” Classic triangulation. I hope he follows up here, because he’s got empath pheremones wafting in front of him for yards wherever he goes. (You might have him arguing with you, because he’s also an egomaniac, if egomaniacs can be compassionate, but I’ll leave that to you.)

          He’s also a musician, so I think he’ll appreciate the Maddie and Tae video. It’s a great illustration of how empaths try to BE the image they think will be loved, while the narcs just fake it. I’m reading a lot of things differently, thanks to your site, including Shakespeare (Iago, classic narc) and rock history (John Lennon inflicted narcissistic abuse on his first wife and girlfriends, but then he encountered Yoko, who could narc him under the table).

          I’m still working on old wounds from teachers and bosses, but it’s amazing how little I’m worried about the Narc who broke my heart since I started reading here. All the time I was thinking I wasn’t this, that, or the other enough for him, when he was just reflecting MY values. I’M the one who wasn’t ruled by fear: I felt it, but it didn’t stop me from auditioning or falling in love. I’M the one who wasn’t ruled by convention: despite the rebel clothing, he was always worried about what other people would that no about him, and morphed his taste in music and movies depending on what everyone around him was saying. If, as you say, we fall in love with ourselves, maybe our selves aren’t that bad and weren’t all along. At least I have some courage, compared to that shapeshifting Wanna-be.

          Trust me, my friends can appreciate the change in me. They’ve heard me wailing about that tool for years!

        2. Violetta says:

          They should do both, HG. I’m interpreting music, novels, TV, and movies very differently, since I started reading here. Some of our cultural ideals are more destructive than I ever realized. We’re conditioned to want what’s bad for us: the Kewl person, not the decent one who may not be as dazzling.

          I think F. Scott Fitzgerald spent his life looking for unattainable narc women to aspire to and brood over not getting. Then he actually got one (Zelda had narc qualities, as did Scott himself, though i wouldn’t consider either a full narc), and seeing what a mixed blessing narcish marriage can be gave the worldThe Great Gatsby.

          1. HG Tudor says:

            Music, novels, TV, art, films etc result in you all being conned. I will be explaining why this is and how encompassing the impact of this is. This is instrumental in so many problems which people experience.

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