Tell Tale – Smearing By the Narcissist



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 given 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.


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8 thoughts on “Tell Tale – Smearing By the Narcissist

  1. Asp Emp says:

    I have never sat, regretfully to a degree, and watched ‘Newscast’ before. I normally would have switched to another channel. However, I watched it. Thoroughly enjoyed it. Uh-oh, here comes the ‘backlash’, dum de dum…..there is three (giggling, erm…) of them having a ‘conversation’ about…..erm….pork pies (laughing)……and, also eating pork pies…..I like the sound of the hot ones from Yorkshire (woo, hoo!). The hot fat dripping onto the pavement…..oh, dearie me and I am more or less quoting what was said (so, don’t Shoot Me Down ;-)). Alrighty, I’ll get to the point now (smirk), I found this programme entertaining and it was factual. I liked the ‘banter’ that was present and the ease of how each of them spoke about politics and so on. They were discussing the ‘reactions’ of people’s views RE: the parties at No. 10, and then I see in subtitles “his son’s swing got broken”. I howled with laughter. There is me, sat there, wondering, pondering, blinking, thinking…..yes, my wonderful, idiosyncratic humour and THAT swing had me laughing. I’ll be watching that programme again, for sure (giggling).

    BTW the expression of the female’s face is apt for this comment 😉

  2. Rebecca says:

    He said the same to me being a mistake and a lesson learned, sweared he was keeping to himself and not talking to anyone, minding his own business now. I just said, “Yeah, I’m sure you are.” He also expressed concern of me hating him. He said, “I don’t want you to hate me.” Why was he concerned about me hating him? Was he faking it? He was probably just repeating what he heard someone say before, like a parrot.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Facade management and nullification of threat to control.

      1. Rebecca says:

        HG, So he still trying to bs me, like I haven’t a clue? I told him I knew and he’s still pissing on my shoe and trying to tell me it’s raining….unbelievable SMH lol

        1. Asp Emp says:

          Rebecca “he’s still pissing on my shoe and trying to tell me it’s raining” gave me a giggle, thank you.

        2. Alexissmith2016 says:

          Rebecca, he also likely doesn’t realise he’s an N even if you told him so ther won’t make any difference. If anything he may look into it and falsely believe you’re an N. They’re complete arseholes xx I hate him on your behalf

    2. Empath007 says:

      Mine would always act very offended by the word “hate” as well…

  3. Joa says:

    I did not have this type of need to interfere with the subsequent relationships of “my” men. Even when I have died a thousand times.

    I think, my level of pride is too high. Though taking into account other aspects of the relationship, I have no pride at all and am a doormat or a kicked ball.

    I can take a lot, but as long as the other side is still looking at me. If he goes on, I do not stop him and do not interfere. Goodbye.

    Even if I burn myself and melt at the same time. Even if I fell apart into quanta. Even if I howl out of despair and tear my heart out.

    For the same reason, I am NEVER writing first. You want something from me, you have to come to me yourself. Not otherwise.


    The second N asked me about it in the context of the first N. As if he could not understand.

    – N2: “Why will you never write to him yourself?”
    – Me: “What for? He will write himself. IT’S JUST A MATTER OF TIME.”

    Considering all that I know now (thank you HG), I was right.


    The same rule applies to anyone, who has broken my heart once.

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