Vulnerable
Do you remember those early, heady days when I first began to seduce you? Of course you do. Those moments have been branded into your memory and can never be erased, no matter how hard you try. So wonderful were those initial months of our courtship as we began our dance together that you cannot help but recall them and feel that bittersweet tinge. Many times as you have fought through your devaluation and discard you have harked back to those magical moments as you sought some kind of solace from them. Somehow, as you sat with tear-stained cheeks you would force a smile through the misery as you latched on to remembering the things that I said to you, those beautiful, loving and mesmerising words which gripped your heart and took it heavenward. It was impossible to resist the love-bombing which I unleashed upon you and similarly it is impossible for you to banish those memories as you sit amongst the debris of our relationship wondering what on earth has happened. You can easily be forgiven for seeking refuge from the misery amongst those golden thoughts. It is the obvious thing to do to try and take away the searing pain which now burns you. Naturally, this is all something which I planned and is a natural consequence of becoming entangled with me. Do not feel any shame in the fact that you keep running to those thoughts and taking hold of them as you seek to ease your agony. Keep doing it. All the others did and all the others will.
As you walk through those wonderful thoughts and memories, replaying our time together like an incessant loop of our “best of” moments do you recall what else you did during this seduction? Can you remember something else that was happening as we created these scintillating memories? Yes, I know you can remember, how could you forget? It was one of the many things that I did for you which drew you closer to me and made you fall oh so deeply in love with the illusion. What was it that I did? I made you feel safe. I created that sanctuary and opened the door and ushered you in. I showed you how this gleaming and beautiful paradise was impregnable to the wretched and woeful world beyond. I assured you that being in here with me meant that you need never worry about those things again. I would keep the wailing tormentors from your door and ensure that those things did not trouble you anymore. That was the sole condition for entry into this haven that I had constructed for you. Tell me about those things so I can shield you from them. You had never had someone make such a sacrifice for you before. The way we understood how badly those things affected you. We really seemed to grasp the impact that those things had had upon you as we listened with patience and comprehension. You were hesitant at first, the mere act of recollection being one that caused you consternation. You had no issue in confiding in us, no that was not the issue. We had banished any concerns you may have had about trusting us with these secrets within moments, such was our assured charm. No, what troubled you was bringing those dark memories, those fragile foibles to the surface once again. Yet as the words came from your mouth and the tears trickled down your cheeks you felt the cathartic effect of off-loading all of those things to us. From the minor concerns through to the deep-seated and life changing troubles you conveyed each and every one to us and it felt wonderful to do so. The burden came away from you and for the first time ever you felt freedom from those things as you passed the baton onto us and we readily took it from you. You exorcised those ghosts and stepped into our sanctuary elated and delighted to have been able to purge those things from yourself and embrace a new start with us. For too long those things had held you back. For too long you had walked a rocky road alone, stooped and bent double under the weight of your concerns. There had been others but you did not feel able to share the load as you did with me. I was different. There was something about me which made you feel like you could tell me anything and everything and I would deal with it. I would flex those angelic wings and extend them to surround and protect you. Unburdened by those things you walked taller, felt stronger and you had me to thank for this process. Your gratitude and admiration flowed incessantly and I was only too happy to wash myself in this fountain of praise although in keeping with the personae I had created I accepted your compliments with humble acknowledgement. You entered my sanctuary and told me all your weaknesses.
This was achieved in such a way that you felt no shame in telling me them. That was another difference. You knew I would not judge you for them. You knew I would not regard you as silly or stupid for having certain concerns.
“It is how you regard them that matters, not how everyone else views them.”
You remember that sentence and how you seized it with great gladness, thankful that at last somebody understood and recognised how to deal with your concerns. Your confidence in me was absolute and I even made it seem as if I actually liked your weaknesses and that gave you great comfort.
All I was doing as you sat there on those many occasions where you shared your concerns, your vulnerabilities and weaknesses with me (for they did not all come out in one session, no, it took weeks of careful extraction on many different occasions to amass them all) was stockpiling my armoury. Your admission that you cannot swim and thus are terrified of deep water was moulded into a missile. Your explanation that you were bullied at school because you had short hair arising from having to have it shorn because your brother poured glue over your head one time became a hand grenade. The fact you suffer a noticeable red flush across your chest and neck when you feel agitated created a bullet. Your confession that you suffer excessive wind formed another bullet. The abuse you suffered at the hands of a family member when you were eight became a thermonuclear device ready to detonate at a later date. Each and every weakness, from your inability to resist eating a packet of biscuits in one sitting through to your fear of public speaking was noted, recorded and fashioned into a weapon. You thought you were safe in the sanctuary. That was just an illusion. You were actually sat in my armoury and I was there with you creating these weapons to use against you at a later date. Each weakness you admitted to me you thought you were handing to me for me to carry on your behalf. The reality was you were giving me the material from which I could create a weapon – be it a sharp stick with which to prod you or a nuclear missile to obliterate you. You thought it was some form of absolution but all you were doing was arming me.
I always want to know about your weaknesses. Your weaknesses become forged into my strengths in readiness for the war of devaluation that I shall wage against you. Keep talking, there is an arsenal to be created.
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The UMR Somatic said I’m Pure Innocence and Goodness. Yet he likes to choke and hurt me. A strange contrast.
Well, one of the biggest lessons for me in that whole Narc shituation I was in has made me now super cautious what I say and to whom. Very few we can trust.
The Narc gave me a ton of personal info that could be used if i were like that. It has never crossed my mind to do that. I just try to forget all of it! It was a bad dream that i learned a few things from. Now, just to finish the No Contact at some point. Its really minimal at the moment, so hasn’t been bothersome. For now. Let there be another silent treatment!! I’m prepared.
Excessive wind?
H.G. Tudor how do I know you won’t exploit my empathetic ways when I pay for your services?
1. Read the Testimonials.
2. Ask the readers here.
3. You are a tertiary source to me. I have no need to exploit you.
4. I am far better served providing you with the professional service that I always do for my clients and readers.
5. I am not a stupid man.
Brent Talbert
HG has never exploited me here on the blog or in consult.
Thank you K.
You are welcome HG.
Thank you K.
My pleasure Mule.
Brent,
I can also testify that HG is completely professional and looks at each situation objectively and offers sound advice in a calm and understanding manner. It was not at all what I expected. It’s like having a big brother/mentor looking out for your best interest. It’s like nothing I have ever experienced. And his voice becomes part of your internal dialogue that helps to override the emotional thinking. I wish I had done the consultation sooner. It’s worth every penny.
Thank you TH.
Thank YOU HG! Now when I sense I’m in the presence of a narc I’m like “Come at me now Bruh!”
Brent, if it wasnt for HG I wouldnt know what I was dealing with in my marriage . The Narc Detector consultation said it all. HG broke it down and gives you a detailed response. His email consultations as well they are worth it especially if you have an issue with your circumstance. You get your responses through audio and you hear it in his voice how professional he is . I am now saving up for a phone conversation with him and I cant wait.
Thank you Pati.
My Pleasure HG😉!
Brent,
I have been consulting with HG for over four years now and never once has this man been anything except professional! He will give you the true hard facts and help you develop a plan. He is like a Big Brother that is always there when I need him. I don’t know what I would do with out him?!
Thank you FM1T.
You are quite welcome HG. Thank you kind Sir! 🙃
You are so lucky you crossed the Emotinal Sea thanks to HG. congrats FM1T!
Pati,
Yes I crossed that sea, but I still have much to do and work on. I have found that ET seems to just sneak up on you at times and dealing with that is one of the things that needs work! I am hoping the worst of it is over and that I will be able to control the addiction that I know still lies inside of me. I also know if I need him, HG and the special people on this blog will always be very close! You will get there Pati, baby steps! 🥰
FM1T, I know I need to take baby steps which will turn into a big step and hopefully a giant leap. I am happy for you though, we as empaths will always have emotional thinking but we need to control it more ! As HG says look to the logic.
I thank everyone here on the blog and that includes you too!
Hugs xoxo
You are welcome Pati. You will cross that sea!! 😘😘💞
Thank you for the confidence FM1T it means alot!
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Playuh-wanna-be narc (smirking at me): Girls usually have problems in their relationships because of their fathers.
Me to myself then: what a tactless thing to say, especially in today’s world. You can’t always tell with peoole. He wouldn’t have said that if he knew how bad things got.
Me to myself now: oh yes he would, and worse. Count your blessings that you never told him anything really personal.
Me: “Why do you all of a sudden start being interested romantically in me after knowing each other for so many years?”
Narc: “You are so beautiful and vulnerable.”
That word makes me so incredibly sick. He waited 9 years, 9 years!!!! to find me in a weak position and move piece.
SP today my N told me that I am naive that really pissed me off.
Sorry about what you are going through as well.
Thank you Pati, but my narc doesn’t exist in my life anymore. All I write here is in the very past tense because that’s where it stays.
SP congrats I wish you best luck in your future .
Pati thanks, if I stick to my actual husband I will definitely have it haha.
I hope he treats you well SP! You sound just like your name. Sweet!
I’m awfully salty, Pati. And spicy too sometimes 😂😘
Lol, Haha I can be a spicy Jamaican Pati and sometimes a mild one too lol!
Oh boy that’s the truth!! Hahaha 😘💞
I’ve been accused of having no passion, FM1T.
Well then someone doesn’t know what they’re talking about SP! 🌶 dancing 💃😘💞
SweetP
Absolutely not true that you have no passion. That appears a misinterpretation.
Right? I even think you can read my passionate nature (and my accent) in my comments!
I feel you sweetest….mine waited 25 years and caught me when I was vulnerable at the end of my marriage. Never would have guessed in a million years he was interested in me!