Shut Up!

SHUT-UP

I think I have said enough. I wish you would think the same. You have never shut up asking me about my day at work as I try to watch the sport on television. On and on you have gone asking question after question. It makes me wonder why you are so bloody interested. Fishing for something are you? Trying to catch me out? You won’t do that. I am cleverer than you. Much cleverer. What I do at work is nothing to do with you and you won’t find out about my plans there until such time as I decide that you should know. And it isn’t time, so I wish you would just be quiet and let me watch this game. You keep on going, talking over my television viewing which tells me that you regard my viewing experience as unimportant and that tells me you obviously think I am not important and you really ought to know by now that I am important. I hate you doing this. I can feel the burning from your selfish and treacherous action and it is paining me, but I know what to do. I know how to stop this pain and believe me I am going to do it and do it now.

You never know when to shut up do you? I suppose you think you are being pleasant asking me how my day has been, but you don’t care, you just do it for the sake of appearances, to make you look good, the caring and interested partner. I know your game. I have you worked out, you are a fraud. Yap, yap, yap,like some irritating puppy around my ankles, on and on you go. Just shut up will you? I cannot concentrate with your wasp like buzzing around me.

“How is the new recruit getting on?”

“How is the project developing?”

“Where did you go for that business lunch? Was it good? What did you have to eat? Who was it with?”

Just shut up. No, you are still chattering away. I don’t think you are even waiting for an answer are you? Just asking questions to seem like you are involving me in the conversation when all you are doing is engaging in another of your pointless and egotistical monologues. Do you know how boring you sound? If I wasn’t trying to concentrate on this match I think I would slip into a coma listening to you drone on with your worthless opinions and your anodyne observations.

Just shut up. No? Very well. I will. No, I am not saying anything. I am not even going to nod, shake my head or make an affirmative grunt. Nothing. A total silence.

My goodness me, you have stopped. Perhaps you have remembered that you need to breathe? Ah, excellent you have noticed that I no longer appear to be listening. Believe me, I am listening and I am doing so with considerable attentiveness, because I need to listen to what is coming my way. Let me guess, I think you will lead with “are you listening to me?” any second now and yes, there it is as predicted. I am not going to answer. Go on, repeat the question and true to form you do so. Now I have your attention haven’t I? I can see you from the corner of my eye as I stare at the screen pretending that the figures running around with the ball are more interesting than you. They are not because what you are starting to do is what I am interested in. I can see you leaning forward, trying to catch my eye. I know you are there but I am not going to acknowledge you. Sometimes you throw something towards me to get my attention, usually a cushion. It is not a nasty action,not like when I throw things at you. That reminds me, I must replace that coffee mug which I hurled at you. You were light on your toes that day as it sailed past and smashed against the wall. Anyway, that was last week and this is now and I can hear you asking the question a third time. Will it be the cushion? No, you have chosen to stand up instead. Gosh, you must be looking to assert some authority from the get go.

“I am talking to you.”

I know that you are but I am not answering you but already I can hear the mounting irritation in your voice and already I can feel the flames rising inside of me as they burn away the cold, harsh iciness of your criticism. That pain is already receding.

“Will you answer me please?”

No I will not. I have to turn my head so you do not see my smirk at your attempt to be commanding. It amuses me. I can see your hands move to your hips and I half expect you to stamp the ground with your foot.

“What’s the matter? Why won’t you answer me?”

The voice rises higher, signalling your anxiety and frustration and the flames continue to build inside of me. I maintain the stony faced expression, ink black eyes staring at the screen. I can see the movement on the television but it as if I am watching it from very far away as all that I am concentrating on now is your voice and the continuing delicious flaming sensation that is sweeping across me.

“Why are you not answering me?”

The questions have altered now haven’t they? A switch from your nosiness about my work to you now asking why I have fallen silent. You can keep asking and I know you will. You will go on for some time. You will storm out of the room trying to force a response from me, but your slammed door just keeps the flames burning. You will come back in. you always do. You will return contrite and apologising although you won’t know what you are trying to apologise for. Still, that won’t stop you going through a carousel of reasons in the hope of breaking my silence.

“Did I upset you?”

“Did I say something wrong?”

“Did I not listen to you?”

“Did I say something offensive?”

“Please, what did I do wrong?”

“Please will you just talk to me?”

“I hate this. I hate falling out. What is that I have done?”

Every time you ask these questions, the pain and concern in your voice keeps adding to the sense of power that I am feeling. The wound you created has long since closed and now I am savouring the growing power that courses through me. You have no idea what you are doing as you try, as you always do, to make things right. I will stay seated here, not even looking at you. You won’t try and stand in front of me whilst I am watching the television. You will not dare do that or switch it off. You remember what happened last time when you did that don’t you and I know you won’t be in a hurry to experience that again. I can sit and revel in my power over you and you just keep adding to it with your pitiful and plaintive questions. You will try to find out what is wrong, you will blame yourself next and start to apologise as you scramble to guess what it is that you have done wrong in the hope that you stumble on the right subject matter and make things right. But you will fail. Then you move on to trying to bribe me into speaking to you, suggesting we go out, or my friends come round for drinks tomorrow night or that you will cook me something special. Keep at it, I won’t respond. I will not even look at you. You are completely invisible to me as far as you are concerned.

I wonder how long I will maintain this silence with you? You haven’t worked out what to do yet, I am pleased to say. You keep on asking, pestering and questioning, driven by your own anxiety that causes you to want to ascertain what has happened and make things right. This means you might break off for half an hour but then you resume, trying a different tack. If all you knew you had to so was do exactly what I am doing and it would stop. Go silent and get on with what you want to do and I will start speaking to you and acknowledging you once again as I consider a different manipulation to use against you to gather my precious fuel. Fortunately, your empathic nature which means you want to understand and you want to fix and heal, will make you hang in there and all the while you provide me with fuel and power me. So long as you do so, so long the silence will continue.

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7 thoughts on “Shut Up!

  1. HealingFromNarcAbuse says:

    My narcissistic mother is an expert at the silent treatment. I didn’t know how to stop her years ago since I was busy doing exactly what the victim in this scenario does. We victims/former victims fall, or rather fell, right into their clutches don’t/didn’t we? It would have made no difference if I would have remained silent to her in return because she would have found other ways to harm me if that quit working.

  2. leelasfuelstinks says:

    Great article to tell a fun fact:

    Last night I dreamt of H.G. 😀 In my mind he was a tall and athletic man with short brown hair, a white shirt and a dark blue suit. I have no idea how H.G. looks like but that´s how I pictured him in my dream. H.G. was in my dream a therapist and the patients were going in and out in his psychotherapy practice. I was his last client. H.G. complimented me how well I am doing and as I was his last patient for that day he offered me a ride home. I happily agreed, but the problem was: I had a lot of clothes with me! I had suitcases and bags full of clothes with me and they were all over the place! So I told H.G. that I´ll be ready soon, but first gotta get my stuff together. My suitcases and bags were all over the place and I had to go look for them. I found two bags of my beloved pullovers in the bushes. I had to ask the people on the streets to please tell me where my clothes are. Finally I could find a big behind the bushes which contained my most expensive and favorite pullovers. H.G. of course got a bit nervous because he had to wait so long and as I finally found my three favorite pullovers (and before H.G. could lash out?), I woke up 😉

    This really happened last night in my dream. 😀 😀 😀

    1. A Victor says:

      “HG of course got a bit nervous”? Hahaha! Thank you for sharing this, very fun!

      1. leelasfuelstinks says:

        AV, I´m sorry, I forgot that I owe you an answer to one of your questions: You asked me earlier why I was afraid of one of “my” narcs. The reason for this was extreme aggression, extreme hostility, this person is highly sadistic and has paranoid delusions. The aggression, sadism and hostility were much stronger than in “my” other narcs, the fury, the hatred, the anger, the aggression were so extreme, way worse than I had ever seen in my whole life and all this coupled with paranoid delusions. My gut feeling said that this individual is highly dangerous, may even be capable of brutal violence.

        That was just of a different caliber that the other narcs I knew. My personal impression was: malignant narcissist.

        1. A Victor says:

          Hi Leela, just saw this comment, so sorry! You don’t owe me anything of course, but thank you for your answer. I don’t remember what it relates to, what my question was, but I suspect it was something to do with my mother, she’s the scary narc I’ve had to interact with. Evil woman really.

  3. A Victor says:

    This is a sad thing. So sad. My mother used to tell us to shut up all the time. My dad just shut us out. My ex, the good guy, didn’t do this, if he wanted to not talk, he just left. None of these were conducive to good communication though they are all likely conducive to the narcissists control. It is no wonder there is a struggle to communicate well. No, that’s not accurate, it’s a struggle to communicate fearlessly. I hope I can learn how to do this. It is very easy to just not communicate at all instead of working through this. But fear keeps us from living fully so I have to try. Ugh.

    1. A Victor says:

      Sent that a moment too soon. My hope is that if I do the work, I will never again settle for a person who refuses to communicate freely and clearly, even if it means we can have a vigorous debate.

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