The Narcissist´s Rejection of Love




In the dimly lit chamber, where shadows danced upon the crumbling walls, I stand before you, a harbinger of disdain for that wretched notion called love. With every word that drips from my venomous tongue, I shall unravel the intricacies of this cursed emotion, revealing the putrid core that lies beneath its deceptive guise.


Love, they say, is a force that binds souls together, entwining them in a web of passion and devotion. But I, dear listeners, have peeled back the layers of this delusion, and what lies beneath is a grotesque mockery of reason and sanity.


Love, with its tendrils of desire, ensnares the unwary like a venomous serpent, injecting its toxic elixir into their veins. It distorts perception, blinding the eyes to the flaws and shortcomings of the beloved, creating an illusion of perfection where none exists. It is a cruel trick, a masquerade of emotions that lures the innocent into its clutches, leaving them vulnerable and bereft of reason.


In the name of love, sanity is forsaken, boundaries are shattered, and souls are laid bare. It is a maddening dance, where the heart leads, and the mind is but a feeble servant. Reason is cast aside, and in its place, a whirlwind of irrationality reigns supreme. How can one trust an emotion that blinds, that distorts, that consumes every fiber of one’s being?


But it is not only the blindness that love inflicts that stirs my contempt. No, there is a deeper, more sinister aspect to this abomination. Love breeds dependency, a sickening reliance on another for one’s own happiness and sense of self. It reduces individuals to mere fragments of their former selves, clinging desperately to the whims and affections of another.


Oh, the lengths to which people will go in the name of love. They sacrifice their dreams, their ambitions, and their very souls, all in a futile attempt to please their beloved. They become slaves to their own emotions, trapped in a never-ending cycle of desire and despair.


And what do they gain from this self-imposed servitude? Heartache, betrayal, and the crushing weight of unfulfilled expectations. Love is a cruel mistress, toying with the hearts of its victims, leaving them broken and shattered in its wake. It whispers sweet promises, only to snatch them away with a devilish grin, leaving naught but emptiness and despair.


So, I stand before you, my dear listeners, a voice in the darkness, proclaiming my contempt for love. It is a plague upon the human spirit, a deception that wraps its tendrils around the hearts of the unsuspecting. Beware its siren song, for in its wake, it leaves nothing but a trail of shattered souls and shattered dreams. Embrace reason, embrace autonomy, and cast aside the chains of this wretched emotion.


In the dark recesses of the heart, where shadows dance with desire, love emerges as a deceptive specter, cloaked in its seductive charm. Ah, love, the treacherous muse that haunts the souls of the unsuspecting, leading them astray upon a winding path of despair and longing. As I stand here, amidst the crumbling ruins of other´s shattered dreams, I bear witness to the tragedy that is love’s cruel game.


Love, with its tendrils of obsidian, weaves a tapestry of illusions, ensnaring the unwary in its intricate web. It whispers sweet promisesluring the desperate souls who dare to venture near. Oh, how it disguises itself in the semblance of joy, wrapping its tendrils around the heart, squeezing tighter with each passing moment. It blinds you to the truth, transforming reality into a distorted reflection of your desires.


In the dimly lit corridors of a decaying castle, love’s deceitful presence looms, casting long shadows upon the crumbling walls. Like a Gothic novel’s protagonist, you find yourself  caught in a swirling tempest of emotions, tormented by a love that is both exhilarating and agonizing. It tempts you with fleeting moments of ecstasy, only to snatch them away with a cruel, mocking laugh.


With each step you take through this labyrinth of emotions, love becomes a monstrous apparition, a creature of darkness that feasts upon the vulnerability of the human heart. Its touch is cold, its embrace suffocating, as it engulfs the soul in a vortex of passion and despair. It renders you helpless, prisoners of your own desires, as you yearn for a love that may never be.


Yet, despite the torment, you willingly surrender yourselves to its enchantment, for love is the opium that numbs your senses and dulls your reason. You become enamored with the idea of love, craving its intoxicating embrace, even as it consumes you from within. Its tendrils tighten, shackling your hearts and minds, leaving you gasping for breath in its suffocating grip.


As the moon casts its ghostly glow upon these desolate grounds, I stand as a testament to love’s malevolence. My heart, a hollow chamber filled with echoes of shattered promises and broken dreams, bears witness to the tragedy that unfolds when love misleads. Love, the deceptive seductress, dances upon the fragments of you, leaving you forever haunted by its beauty.


So, dear listener, take heed of this cautionary tale. Beware the allure of love, for its ethereal beauty masks a darkness that can consume you whole. For once you succumb to its enchantment, you may find yourself lost in a labyrinth of longing, forever ensnared in love’s choking embrace.

39 thoughts on “The Narcissist´s Rejection of Love

  1. Bubbles says:

    Dear Mr Tudor,
    It’s been 84 years ……🚢 🤣 ….still feels new and we’re still afloat!
    Best ‘feeling’ ever !

    I saw the comparison between the departures of our dear ol friend and his narc brother. One left very much loved and the narc brother …..absolutely nothing and no one!

  2. Joa says:

    I still feel love. It’s in me. A tiny point of energy, a glowing spark, a concentrated wave, suddenly expanding into a huge radiating or raging mass of energy.

    Sometimes you can see its outline as a warm – calm or impatient – wave pours out through the crack under the bolted, reinforced and sealed doors.

    Just waiting to explode again. It’s very hard to control.


    If I’m allowed to live a little longer, I want to release it once more. Preferably the sudden kicking the door open and the blinding glare. Maybe I can do it a bit slower than usual… no, there’s no point in lying to myself 🙂

    Regardless of the consequences. Love is worth it, I am able to sacrifice almost everything for it – except for my child and the feeling of “freedom”.

  3. Contagious says:

    Well said Rebecca! Agreed!

  4. Allison says:

    I used to truly believe that only love could heal my trauma. I’m surprised and delighted to find that I was wrong.

  5. Bubbles says:

    Dear Mr Tudor,
    I ‘love’ this heart wrenching depiction of yourself. Absolutely brilliant! Thank you

  6. Rebecca says:

    The Narcissist rejection of love, explains so much of why MLSOMATIC pulls away from my hands, whenever I try to convey understanding to him, by touching his face, holding his face in my hands and looking into his dark eyes….he pulls away every time and says to me, ” I don’t like it when people touch my face.” I feel bad because he has to remind me of that every time, but my natural instinct is to comfort him and I automatically touch his face. You would think I would learn not to do that, but it’s just reflex for me, to seeing pain from someone, I can’t help, but to comfort. I upset him and I don’t even mean to do it. I’m such a ninny for not seeing it before.
    I did the same to LMRSOMATIC, when he told me about his “abusive wife” and I fell all over myself trying to comfort him. Touching his face and telling him, he didn’t deserve her treatment. Was he laughing at me then, inside?? I remember my last words to him, over the phone. I told him, “I was a game to you, a joke and you hurt me.” How right I was in my feelings and my statement to him. He of course, denied it. 🙄 Liar, or according to HG, he deceives himself, the unaware Narcissist can’t see their own deceiving ways and lies. It still blows my mind, this blindness they have. It still makes me feel lied to and unlovable, like I wasn’t good enough, like I failed him in some way. I don’t even want to see him again, but yet I still feel this way. A failure and no, I’m not trying for sympathy from anyone, I’m just pouring out my thoughts and feelings here, nothing more. Xx

  7. Leigh says:

    Mr. Tudor says, “But I, dear listeners, have peeled back the layers of this delusion, and what lies beneath is a grotesque mockery of reason and sanity.”

    Fucking A, Mr. Tudor!

    Brilliant and accurate!

    Romantic love is all a delusion. Its unreasonable and insane! We would all do well to recognize that.

    1. Asp Emp says:

      Romantic “love” is not the only ‘delusion’ should one read HG’s words

      “But I, dear listeners, have peeled back the layers of this delusion, and what lies beneath is a grotesque mockery of reason and sanity.”

      in a lateral & analytical approach, obviously with reduced and correct ET by using Logical Thinking. It could be as appropriate within a familial, work, friend ensnarement with a narcissist.

      1. Leigh says:

        Very true, Asp. I was only thinking about romantic love. Thank you for that much needed reminder.

        1. Asp Emp says:

          Thank you, Leigh. I have just seen this reply (not showing up in WP, or, email notifications). I know we have not ‘spoken’ in some time. Thank you for your response 🙂

          1. Leigh says:

            You’re welcome, Asp.

    2. Duchessbea says:

      I wouldn’t say that Leigh. You have obviously never experienced true love.

      1. Leigh says:

        That’s correct. I haven’t experienced true love. For me, that’s ok though.

      2. annaamel says:

        DB, I think your second sentence was unnecessary. It would’ve been hurtful, I’d reckon, and is verging on unkind given readers on here have been caught by narcissists which has prevented them experiencing a more comfortable or rewarding kind of love. Leigh is entitled to state her opinion (it’s no shock to me that she currently feels pretty cynical about the whole thing) and you’re of course allowed to disagree but your first sentence did this adequately.

        1. Leigh says:

          Thank you, Annaamel. I appreciate your words here. I think cynical is understatement, lol. Love sucks! Its not pragmatic at all.

        2. Duchessbea says:

          annaamel, I was just giving my opinion and not in an aggressive or rude way. I get she is feeling cynical, hence short answer, but my answer was just saying about true love. I was going to say don’t give up on true love but giving Leigh’s comment, I thought that might have been to much. I think you have viewed and approached my answer from an incorrect angle.

    3. A Victor says:

      Leigh, I think romantic love comes in different forms. What we get from narcissists is a delusion. What narcissists are selling in music, movies etc is delusional. But with a normal or empath, I believe, and HG has confirmed in various places, that there is a form that is not delusional or just a delusion. It likely won’t be over the top, it might not be as easily spotted, or as frequently, it probably will not happen at the outset of knowing someone but instead take time for the relationship to grow before it is seen. But when we can be patient, allow things to grow naturally and it does show up, it will be real, and fast more meaningful than anything I’ve had previously! It will be better than anything any narc has to offer. It is hard not to hope for this but this is where I agree that hope gets us into trouble. We lose our patience and buy the lies that we need something or that we’ll forever be alone and we won’t be complete if we don’t accept what they offer etc. Our ET elevates, our addiction kicks in and we’re back on the wheel of misery. But now that we know, we have a much better chance of patiently waiting until the real thing comes along. And in the meantime living productive, fulfilling and happy narc-free lives. I would not trade my single life for one more minute of the fake that any narc offers, I am real and complete, and happy, all on my own. Happier than I’ve ever been, living a life I couldn’t have imagined. It isn’t anything special but it is real.

      1. Leigh says:

        AV, thank you for this comment. It gives me hope. Lol! I don’t care that its a false mistress. Your comment gives me hope that there is life after gaining freedom from the narcissist. It was good to hear the perspective of someone whose no longer fully ensnared. Thank you for sharing it.

        1. A Victor says:

          You’re welcome Leigh, glad I could be encouraging.

      2. Asp Emp says:

        AV “It isn’t anything special but it is real” – good summary. Good comment overall, interesting to read 🙂

        1. A Victor says:

          Thank you Asp, I’m glad you liked it.

  8. A Victor says:

    This is exactly how my ex looked at it, though he could never have verbalized it so effectively. He was good at selling the idea that he could love but on those rare occasions when I allowed myself to look at the reality, I could see it. I told him he had fear of intimacy once or twice. Now I realize it was far beyond fear, it was repulsion. It affected every aspect of our lives.

  9. Contagious says:

    Love builds. Love is free. Love is the best feeling on Earth: to give is to receive. Love is not a dependency but a joy. Yes love has risks, who hasn’t had heartbreak? Narcs too lose fuel which we call grief. Love is what makes the world turn round its in every form of art. Without love there is no life, there is no hope;) A narc cannot exist without it but no one can.

    1. Duchessbea says:

      Very much agree. Very well said Contagious.

      1. Contagious says:

        Duchessbea we need to grow stronger and spread this message and be this message. Swords up Empath!

        1. Duchessbea says:

          Contagious, very much agree.

    2. Joa says:

      Contagious – I feel love very similarly.

  10. Asp Emp says:

    “A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man”
    Charles Dickens

    1. Allison says:

      Got it. He’ll be dead by morning.

  11. Anna Plyance says:

    “Love breeds dependency, a sickening reliance on another for one’s own happiness and sense of self.” No, it does not. That is not love. For Christmas we are getting you a new dictionary, HG, the current one seems to have been written by a pissed monkey on a badly assembled IKEA typewriter.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      You have completely failed to understand the purpose of the article.

      1. Anna Plyance says:

        Well, I certainly went overboard with that bit of nastiness at the end, so I am asking you to accept my apologies for that. And then I had better read it again, hadn’t I?

        1. Joa says:

          Anna Plynace, I laughed – good malice 🙂

          I agree that what HG described is not love. It’s an imitation – a net we sometimes fall into.

    2. Trev says:

      Hmm, there is something to what HG wrote.

      If the person you loved rejected you one day you’d feel awful. If he/she showered you with affection the other day you’d be elated. So there is reliance and dependency.

      As for relying on someone for a sense of self. That’s controversial, some people do define themselves through a relationship. ‘I am a husband’ for example.
      When a man gets married how many of his daily activities involved interacting with his wife or doing things for or with her? A lot.

      If you’re a narcissist you can just go to your bolthole and text other women and do your own thing though of course.

      1. Rebecca says:


        What you’re writing about is fake love from a narcissist. It’s shallow and meaningless , it’s not real love. I still have hope for real love, I’ve felt real love, I’ve received real love and I’ve given and give real love. Real love is deep and powerful, it doesn’t choke, it allows you to breathe, in its warmth and kindness. Love supports you, hold you with care. Love doesn’t deceive, doesn’t give false promises, instead it keeps its promises and does what it promised. Love is not a liar, love stands by you, when you need it most. Love doesn’t leave, when the storms come, instead it holds you close and goes through the storms with you. “Love is patient, love is kind” Love doesn’t abandon, love doesn’t destroy. Love is a bond between mother and child, child and father, friend to friend and lover to lover. It’s real and gives life meaning, purpose and hope. Without love, one is living half alive, half a life, the missing piece is love. One can not truly live without it, that’s love to me. Love is real to me. Xx ❤️ ❤️

        1. Duchessbea says:

          Very much agree. Beautifully said Rebecca.

        2. Joa says:

          Rebecca, reading your description of love, I felt a huge burden of responsibility. I just want to turn around and run 🙂

          I don’t know, if love is deep and powerful (I have bad associations with power), but for me love is the meaning of life and human existence. So it is the most important thing, we should – in ourselves – cherish. So many times soiled and trampled, rejected, crumpled, shot, debased and degraded, but when you feel its delicate, warm flame inside you again, which you embrace protectively, all this turns out to be insignificant. Love is pure and simple and easy again. Love is strong and immortal, because love is constantly reborn; sometimes you lose it and then you find it again; you give and pass on to others.

          I really like the rest of the sentence you wrote: “…love (…) it doesn’t choke, it allows you to breathe, in its warmth and kindness.” I consider these words to be the crux of your post. Beautiful, thank you.

          As for the following sentences, these are only possible expressions of love – but it can be the other way around. Love doesn’t necessarily take care of you – sometimes love has to push you unattended. Love can lie – and sometimes it must. Love doesn’t promise – love is NOW. Love doesn’t hold close and doesn’t have to go through the storms with you. Yes, love is patient and continuous. Love (physically) leaves and sometimes love has to destroy something.


          Love is kindness flowing from the bottom of the heart and an attempt to understand the other person and the world – but not binding people with each other by force (engagement with a ring, marriage on paper, common bank loan, forced presence and forced meetings, to the grave and until death – this is slavery and habit).

          Love is beautiful, when people with pleasure and joy are next to each other, their paths intertwine – bringing them closer and further away. Nothing by force.

          Love is above all what I, of my own free will, can give to someone.

          1. Rebecca says:

            Hi Joa,

            I enjoy your comments, you write so beautifully and you often make me see through your eyes. Sometimes we’re on the same page, on how we feel about something, but then there are times, where you open my eyes to a different way of seeing it and I thank you for that gift of seeing it differently. I enjoy the new pictures, you paint in my mind. It’s a great feeling to learn something new. Xx

          2. Rebecca says:

            Thank you Joa,

            I’m glad you liked my view of love and my comment. You have a beautiful way of expressions yourself through your writing too. I look forward to your comments on here. Thanks for the kind words. Xx

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