Skeletons in the Cupboard : Her Past Bites Back

 

 

 

The past. It is trite to state that everybody has one, although some people
have a past which is much more interesting than others. The narcissist is
an expert at bringing up the past. A standard manipulation which is
utilized to harness some past event, action or occurrence, whether it
happened or not, to assert control and draw fuel in the moment. The past
of many narcissists becomes forgotten about promptly through the
process of compartmentalization because the focus of the narcissism is
on the now, this precise moment and now this precise moment and now
this precise moment. This means that once something has happened, it
evaporates into the ether, it falls of a cliff and is forgotten about, unless
of course the narcissism deems that it ought to be resurrected and then
fresh life is breathed into that past event. This is why nothing is ever
buried dead with the narcissist. Like the undead, whatever you thought
might have been dealt with can be brought back to life, to come crawling
out of the earth to cause a problem for you once again.

Nevertheless, it is not just the narcissist who can cause the past to return
and cause a problem for other people. The narcissist can often find
themselves in a problematic situation as a consequence of the past
returning to haunt them, those skeletons emerging from the cupboards.
Indeed, it is as a consequence of the narcissist operating with that
entitlement, demonstrating no accountability for their actions and
behaving with zero emotional empathy, all in pursuit of the prime aims,
that the narcissist will repeatedly generate skeletons by the score.
Whether it might be a jilted lover, a friend who has been used and
thrown to one side, a disgruntled family member who was scapegoated,
an abused child, a colleague who was shafted, an employee who was
mistreated, a neighbour who was harassed, an affair partner who was left
by the wayside, a spouse who was never paid the maintenance they were

entitled to and so many other scenarios, the way the narcissist functions
means that there may be a huge cast of those skeletons from the past.

Since the narcissist will only treat people well when it suits them to do so
and because the narcissist will invariably fall out with numerous people
owing to the narcissistic mindset and the absence of obligation,
commitment, conscience and emotional empathy, this means that the
narcissist is primed to create so many people who will have an axe to
grind with the narcissist. Former intimate partners have been abused
and jettisoned, friends have been let down, family members no repaid
the monies they lent the narcissist, the school that was promised
charitable support by the narcissist which never came, the colleague who
was bullied at work and so many others, all with their stories to tell of
mistreatment and abuse from the narcissist.

The narcissist is not troubled by these individuals ordinarily. They are
forgotten about because they are of no further use to the narcissist and
should they appear on the radar, they will be dismissed usually with
smearing, “My ex, she is a nutjob, made my life hell” , “ My dad? I do not
bother with him after he stole from me” , “Jim, he will tell you all sorts of
nonsense about me but that is only because his wife left him for me, if he
had been a better husband then he would not have lost her”, “Jenny? She
will bore you with some cock and bull story about how I stabbed in the
back on the parish council, but let me tell you, she is the backstabber and
goes around blaming me instead.” Should the individual from the past
loom on the horizon and pose a threat to control to the narcissist, then
the narcissist will nullify that threat by dismissing them as someone who
unfairly bears a grudge against the narcissist who is, of course, the
unfortunate victim of a deluded and unbalanced person.

Many people, in the grip of the narcisisst´s golden period, cannot
reconcile these allegations with the person they find themselves dealing
with. They simply do not tally. Add in the smearing of the complainant
and their reluctance to see the unknown narcissist as less than that
which they present themselves as, it is often the case that the
complainant from the past is not believed and the narcissist prevails
once again.

However, in certain instances, the sheer number of skeletons emerging
from those cupboards starts to paint a different picture, causing people
to reevaluate their view of the unidentified narcissist. The narcissist
thrives through compartmentalization and minimization, but should a
cast of complainants emerge, then people start to notice. For many
narcisissts, this is less of a an issue owing to the ability to divide and
conquer and the fact that the skeletons remain in the cupboard, pleased
to no longer be affected by the narcissist and feeling no need to seek to
expose the narcissist´s behaivour. However, there are times where
exposure occurs and the more famous and high profile the narcissist
(plus throw in the wealthier also – for financial gain is often a motivator
regarding exposure) then the risk increases. Not only are such narcissists
likely to have a larger cast of skeletons in the cupboard but their
achieving or maintenance of fame, makes them a more prominent target
because the media may well have an interest in what those skeletons
have to say. Furthermore, opponents of the narcissist may well utilize
what those skeletons have to say in order to dent the ambitions of the
narcissist and even derail what they are seeking to achieve, for example
re-election in a political race.

This is the problem that TOW has. Like any narcissist she has created
skeletons from those she has mistreated in the past and owing to the fact
that she infamous and unpopular, there are plenty of people who want to
hear from those skeletons and will publicise their views. For example,
her half siblings who she has disengaged from have had plenty to say
about her, Piers Morgan who once idealized her turned against her when
she threatened his control by ghosting her remains a perennial thorn in
her side. He may not have much to reveal about their past, but he can be
relied upon to seize upon revelations from her past to give them
exposure. Many want Trevor Engleson to speak out about the marriage,
for former fellow pupils to explain whether the alleged hazing incident
took place and if it did, what actually happened, for the alleged first
husband to come forward and tell the truth of their union, for staff to
expose the allegations of bullying and to reveal to the world the true
situation involving the children, for fellow alleged yacht girls to dish the
dirt concerning her onboard behaviours. Owing to her narcissism and
the way it functions, TOW has many skeletons lurking in the cupboard
and given her unpopularity and prominence there is a ready audience
waiting and wanting these skeletons to come forth and expose her by
providing the evidence of her behaviours.

Many observers and commentators have expressed surprise and dismay
that the main stream media has, in the main, failed to look into many of
the allegations about TOW´s past, leading to speculation that a super
injunction exists preventing such investigations and reporting.
Regularly, these commentators air their frustration at a failure by the
newspapers and media outlets to undertake a deep dive investigation
into her former relationships, the financial operation of Archewell, the
alleged phantom pregnancies, whether the children actually exist,

whether anybody des actually live at the mansion in Montecito, was she a
yacht girl, did she know Prince Andrew before she joined the royal
family, what was her real role within Soho House and other pertinent
questions which remain unanswered. Such investigations would
invariably need to many skeletons emerging from their cupboards, not
only confirming what many have thought, possibly putting more
outlandish speculations to bed as simply rumour and demonstrating to
those who still support her that certain allegations are supported by
evidence and she really is as unpleasant and nasty as many have already
worked out.

Nevertheless, the courageous undercover reporters at the Tudor New s
Channel have been able to speak with some of these skeletons and
through our roving reporter Mary Juana, we have been given some more
insight about the past of TOW.

Mary first spoke to Bruce Dego, a young Australian from Maroota to the
north of Sydney, he had this to say.

“Yeah, I was hired to be a general dogsbody when Harry and her came to
Oz on their tour. You know, the one where she could not believe she was
not being paid for a walkabout. Strewth! She was hard work. I was given
the position of Chief Beverage Provider which meant I had to cater to all
of her thirst requirements. She never looked me in the eye, waved her
hand to summon me, waved her hand to dismiss me and never used my
name. She was always demanding these pretentious drinks asking if I
had a Rose Petal Infusion Tea or a Carrot Beet Shrub, I told her we
didn´t have those but she could have a Passiona, I mean, who doesn´t
love a Passiona when the tarmac is melting, but she just threw her cup of

tea at me and called me a kangaroo fucker! I cannot say I have been a fan
of hers since.”

You are never going to get off lightly when it comes to our straight
talking antipodean cousins. Good on ya mate! Mary Juana also tracked
down Mike Rotchburns who was part of the security detail in Uvalde
following the tragedy that took place there. He had this to say.

“I was there to keep an eye on the memorial, you know, to make sure
none of those lank-haired wokeists turned up and turned it into some
peasy ass progressive protest. Uvalde was shaken to the core by what
happened there and I could not believe my eyes when I witness This
One´s Wife turn up. I was minded to reach for my taser but then I said
Mike, remember what the judge said, so I clamed myself down. I
watched her as she entered a municipal building and I thought “Mike,
you need to follow her, because she will be up to some sneaky shit” and I
was right. I watched her from around the corner as she walked up to a
vending machine and pulled a pair of weird pink balls from her handbag.
They were on a chain, you know, like some medieval weapon and she
swung it at the vending machine breaking the glass. She quickly scooped
out the sandwiches, chips and candy, shoved it in her bag and ran off
laughing. Well, you can imagine my disgust when she later tried to give
this stuff to the community effort as her donation. Thankfully, Sal Ami,
told her where she could stick her cheap ass self and then I found her sat
under a tree, eating the candy being filmed as one tear spilled from her
left eye. Fair to say, she ain´t welcome here no more.”

Mike´s experience of TOW find itself echoed by Hamish McHaggis, who
hails from Crieff in Scotland, but was working at Buckingham Palace
when TOW was a working member of the royal family.

“She was an absolute nightmare. King Charles has his moments but he
lets us more established members of staff call him Chuck and the Queen
is happy to be spoken to as Cammy, but This One´s Wife. You always
had to address her as your royal highness, every single time you spoke to
her. Your royal highness here is your lunch, your royal highness would
you require quilted toilet roll? Your royal highness Harry asks for you to
come to the cottage as he has done a whoopsie again. She also insisted on
being heralded whenever she entered a room, whether it was one of the
state rooms in the palace, going to the stationery cupboard or entering
the bathroom. The palace herald refused to do it and he is on Chuck´s
Uno team so he cannot be touched so she gave me this cheap plastic
trumpet and told me that I had to do it instead otherwise she would
report me to Omid Scobie as a hater. Well, I needed the money, have you
seen the price of a deep fried Mars Bar these days? Needless to say, I am
no fan of hers.”

So far the men have had their say about This One´s Wife, but what about
the ladies. Mary, after considerable effort managed to speak to a former
employee who was hired as a member of staff at the Montecito mansion.
Clee Torres emerged from the cupboard to tell us this.

“I only worked there for three weeks before I quit. She was a nightmare. I
had to be up at 5am and send a series of emails to people in her name to
make it look like she was up and working. She never got out of bed any
time earlier than 11am let me tell you. Then I had to go and water all the

marijuana plants and then head out to the chicken coop to take Harry his
breakfast. He was okay actually, always said please and thank you. But
his wife, no thank you. I had to send all the clothes back that she
borrowed, sheesh, did I go through some stain remover and then I had to
bake banana bread, make strawberry jam, ring Gavin Newsom, watch
HG Tudor, The Royal Grift, The Royal Rogue and the Sidley Twins to see
what they were saying about her. I had to note it all down in her Big
Book of Bastards which she would always read when she did appear
whilst she sipped on a Bloody Mary. Once she read the book I had to wait
as she smashed some crockery and screamed at the wall, then she told
me to get Oprah on the telephone. I stopped trying after the third
knockback and told Miss Fancy Pants that she was busy but I doubt she
ever heard me as she would be giggling with that Marcus fellow who had
his own suite in the house. She was so ill-mannered, never said please,
never said thank you and expected me to throw rose petals in front of her
as she walked around the house and immediately sweep them up using a
broom that I was expected to ram up my ass and sweep like Satan was
chasing me. Well, nobody has got time for that. I decided to quit and join
the front line in Ukraine, it is far more relaxing than working for her.”

Quite the revelation there I am sure you will agree. Another person from
the past that has now felt confident to share her experience of This
One´s Wife is Won Hong Lo, who is from Changsha in China.

“I came to London some years ago. I was very excited as Chinese tour
operator had arrange for special visit with Prince of Pink Pancakes and
his wife. We were given special passes so we could meet them at
Canadian Embassy. My friend was with me and we were like a pair of
schoolgirls as we were going to meet English royalty. This would form

the basis of many stories for my family when we returned to Changsha.
We waited patiently and then they arrived. Harry was about to step out
of the black car but then suddenly he fell back into the car as if
something had pulled him back. I do not know if perhaps he has slipped
on a banana of empowerment. Instead, his wife appeared. He got out of
the car and swung the door behind her just as Harry was trying to get out
of the car a second time. It him in the face and he fell down again. My
friend whispered “shall we help him” but we did not know the royal
protocol so we did nothing. His wife started waving at the handful of
people walking past as if she knew them and then she walked over to us.
I felt my spirits soar as I was about to be shaking hands and sharing
words with real Duchess. “here, hold this” she said as she threw her
topcoat over me. It went over my head and my friend has to help me
remove it. By then the rude woman had gone and all she left us with was
a strange smell of carpet slippers and damp. I do not like her.”

It all starts to paint a picture does it not as these skeletons come out of
the closet and TOW´s past bites her on the backside.

Mary Juana also managed to spend some time with Georgie Muckle,
from Alnwick in Northumberland, England who shared her experience of
TOW.

“Why aye man, a few years back, when I was a student, I was a waitress
and got a gig at Chester Town Hall. I thought it would just be for the
mayor and some local bigwigs but then when I had to be vetted by the
police, I found out it was because Queen Elizabeth and This one´s wife
were having a lunch at the town hall. I was proper nervous, but a quick
bottle of broon beforehand settled me nerves. The Queen was lush. She

had this gorgeous lime green outfit on and was proper canny. She heard
me speak and said “Oh a Geordie, haway and shite” I laughed so much I
nearly dropped the bread rolls on her royal heed. Mind you, I didn´t care
much for lady Muck mind. She was proper radge. Had a face on the
whole time the Queen was speaking and looked at you like you were shite
on her shoe. The only time she spoke to me and mind, this was through
one of her flunkies, was to ask “Was this bread baked sustainably and
reared on organic grass.” I told her straight “Probably from Greggs, steak
bake is for the main course.” But she just made a noise like she had shat
herself and waved me away. I did notice she spent a lot of her time
sending text messages to Harry such as “remember to wipe your bottom”
and “make sure the doorhandle is nice and warm for when I get home”
and “see if William wants to stay over”. I was clamming for me bait so I
stopped reading them after a while but I can tell you she would not get
away with sticking her nose in the air where I come from, nay chance.”

Well, there you have it. Just some of TOW´s past coming back to bite her
and a salutary lesson for you about the way the narcissist uses the past
and the way the past can affect the narcissist.