Nothing´s Impossible
There are times when even my charm is in limited supply and is refusing to stretch. This often happens when I have subjected a victim to a fierce period of devaluation so that they have been pushed to their limits and they are at breaking point. Something stirs inside of them which causes them to decide that they need to escape me.
They may not fully understand why but they know that they need to depart. It may be the case that an external influence is interfering in my carefully laid plans of denigration and this meddling threatens to puncture or even sever my supply of delicious negative fuel.
It is at these moments when I am staring at the potential loss of a succulent supply of fuel that I make a particular play in order to prevent the cessation of supply. In such circumstances I will ensure that there is only you and I and that the potential for external interference is at a minimum. I need to ensure that I have your undivided attention and there will not be somebody else seeking to throw a spanner into the works. I want them excluded and banished so that I can concentrate entirely on you and make my last throw of the dice.
“I know that this time I will have to change,” I will begin as I fix you with my most earnest of looks. You stop what you are doing and look at me and already I can see the indecision in your eyes as I start with this sentence. It is always a good opening gambit. You and your like love to think that we can change, that there is some goodness deep within us that can be harnessed and used to get us back on track. You are great believers in redemption.
“I need a miracle to help me this time, “ I continue as I underline the gravity of the task that I am faced with. By according such gravitas to your stated intention to depart, I demonstrate just how seriously I am taking your threat. Inside I am exploding with rage at your audacity in daring to even to suggest that you will leave me. Me, of all people, me who has done so much for you. It is everything I can do to contain the fury but I know I must do so for an explosion now will be what finally pushes you away.
“How did we come to be this far apart?” I ask fixing you with a pleading look. By underlining that we were once so close, nay inseparable, I am appealing to your desire to bring us back to that closeness once again. This also allows you a chance to talk and talk is something you like to do. I let you trot out all the perceived injustices that you have supposedly suffered at my hands. I hear little of it because I know that you are mistaken and this is all based on your incorrect perceptions of me. This time I just have to let it wash over me in order to allow my influence to exert itself over you. I cannot stand to be criticised and inside I am dying but I am taking this blow for the greater good, the greater good of ensuring this precious fuel supply remains intact.
“Just tell me what you need me to do and I will do it,” I trot out next, conning you into thinking that you have some vestige of power and authority over me, when of course you have none. Again in order to serve my own purposes I am content to allow you to think that you can bring some influence to bear over me. Again this will give you a chance to detail all of the changes and remedial behaviours you expect me to engage in. I will nod and make the appropriate noises as you ramble on about the changes you want me to effect. I pluck the lines which I have heard others use on so many occasions to enable me to continue my con. You are suckered by it on every occasion. I know it works and this is why I do it.
“I know we can get through this, nothing’s impossible,” I add as I take your hands and stare into your eyes. Invariably this line secures you giving me yet another chance and your relief eclipses my own as I know that I have you once again. Your joy at not parting provides me with even further fuel and I can allow you a brief golden period by way of reward.
After all, you may as well enjoy it because it is not going to last for long is it?
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Yes my ex husband is still trying to get me back he is so kind and caring the person that I fell in love with I am not going back to him I am done but while things are good not rocking the boat we have kids and it’s better for them if we can get along I am not interested in another relationship with anyone else atm the only time I see a real chance that he will get nasty is if he thinks there is someone else
Surely, it’s not “a potential loss of a succulent supply” when there is an IPSS selected and instated?
I was already depleted emotionally, was unable to provide any more ‘emotional support’, was completely gaslighted mentally, was experiencing a major bereavement (death of a companion), had been marginalised without valid reason, victim of smearing by collusion between him, the IPSS and external “friends” of theirs. All happening at the same time.
How can a narc concentrate on denigrating (negative fuel) someone when they have their focus on a new IPSS (positive fuel)? I knew he was in too deep to actually see that I existed any more. What was the point in my continuing to be treated the way I was and continue to witness the betrayal? I didn’t bother putting up a fight. I didn’t have the energy any more.
I refuse to be a third person. No triangles. I don’t do them.
Non-narcissistics do not treat people this way.
Instinctively, it was impossible for me to stay.
HG, saying things such as you do on the blog, that you know you have done wrong to your partners but that is what you are; do you still, if you were in the position above again, still inwardly believe, because of your narcissism, that it is all your partners fault. Or does logic now prevail within yourself. Does your head have an argument with the itself, one side saying its my partners fault and the other saying, that is the narcissism talking? I think this question is understandable!!
I understand your question, thank you IT. It comes down to this, the end justifies the means which means that even if it not your fault, too bad, because the end must be achieved and therefore it still remains your fault because you got in the way.
hahaha IT I love the idea of HG’s head having an argument with itself.
That would create indecision and that does not happen, but I understand why you would delight in that you degenerate!
Which reminds me, I’ve decided what I want for my 20 Tudor minutes if it’s still on sale. You promised you would do anything is that still the deal?
I will do anything*
Narcissist´s Conditonal Asterisk.
God damn that asterix! How do I remove it?
I’ll ask anyway, just in case you’re game.
What I’d like for my 20 mins would be a telephone call where you simply state, “I am HG Tudor and I hope one day I will become a mid-range victim narcissist”. After that you can tell me all the reasons you’d like to become one.
And I’ll be kind to you. You only need to talk for 10 if you’re willing to post it in the knowledge vault for all to hear.
I´ll go even better, give me your name and address and I will hand deliver the recording to you.
Hmmm well we both know you probably have it already. But I’d still be incredibly freaked out if you sent it through the post. please dont. erm lol?
Just sent a minion for stamps. I will include one of those blue toilet cleaners too, since I know the smallest room in the house makes you feel so at home.
Eeeeeeek
AS:
‘What I’d like for my 20 mins would be a telephone call where you simply state, “I am HG Tudor and I hope one day I will become a mid-range victim narcissist”.’
Mid-range?
Oh HELL no.
HG, if you ever want to make me go away, become a mid-ranger.
Lol violetta, I don’t want him to be one, I just want to hear him utter those words
HG, give us a heads up. What’s your kind’s kryptonite? I’m buying in bulk!
My work.
Clever HG!
I’m known for it. Thank you.
Clever and very true, HG!
Thank you.
You know HG, you can be very sweet and a bit of a pussycat. I know you love hearing all of us purr at you and in turn we love hearing you purr back. Magnetic…
True words indeed. All I will say here is haha funny! Been through that song and dance routine too many times. No more chances.