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The Narcissist Leaves a Path of Destruction: Can You relate to this abuse from a narcissistic ex?

The Man Sucks - One Woman's Vent to an Abusive Narcissistic Ex
By anonymous

I don't care who sees this page, and I don't care what they think of me. You have told them so many twisted lies about me that it really doesn't matter anymore. People who can't see the truth aren't those I want to associate with anyway. You know a very sagacious and wise man nicknamed 'Swami' once said "Let's not burn our bridges" ... he was talking about you making the decision to walk out on your boss, Joe (whom you cut down to the absolute lowest - like you did everyone else in this town [let's be honest for once]!). Well, he was right and you didn't walk out on Boss Joe (praise be for Swami!) ... but this time you burned a bridge big time, and your 'sage' wasn't there to give you the ability to think. You can never undo what you have done to me, so let this page be a reminder to you that when you set out to destroy good people to save your own face, sometimes your lies will be called upon. Consider this your calling card.

All I wanted was an apology and an acknowledgement from you to what you have done to me. You have 'delusioned' yourself into believing things that are all made up in your head. I am a good person. I always treated you well. I am not a predator who 'devours' as you scream. You need to recognize the mean and cruel and totally made up lies and insults you have 'bestowed' upon me - and about me. I have never for one second deserved the horrible abuse you dished out. Not one of your beliefs is factual. You were loved, cherished, adored, and spoiled. You gave nothing back but insults and hateful words; a never-ending onslaught of abusive actions spewing from you. Your reality is twisted. You have never, ever sat in the 'light of truth' except in your own mind. Your whole world is a lie.

Just like you did with your exwives, you invent things in your head about me. You try to hate everything about me, even if you have to twist the reality of me to fit into your demented, distorted, maniacal way of thinking. Yes, you did it with your last wife, too. You constantly told me how much you hated her friends, her lifestyle, her dreams, her birthday presents from her friends (!? - you make all your mates your 'rival' and then get jealous if they get more attention than you - even if it is on their birthday), her hopes, her accomplishments, her assets, her jewelry, her car, her perfume. Her. You cut that poor woman down non-stop. Then you cheated on her! In a bar parking lot, backseat. How classy. How many times? My heart goes out to her. Were you abusive to her, too, for all those years, like you were to me? You FORCE yourself to hate people that you love, because you are scared of love. You are too afraid to love someone because you can't bear the thought of sharing your lime-light, or risking rejection ... so you make yourself hate them. That way they are always the 'bad' one, and never you.

In your drunken rants you have pulled guns on me and my children and you have also threatened repeatedly to kill them. "I have a gun, I will kill them..." I, in return, did your artwork, paid for your studio time, rented you limos, paid for your insurance, your newspaper ads, your satellite radio (still do) & TV, your bills, your food, your home, your trips, your utilities, your recording equipment, your computer, your wedding ring, your life. I stood by you through thick and thin. I patiently listened to your crocodile tears, and pretended right along with you in public that they were real. I put up with your faked impotence. I tolerated you keeping me constantly starving for kindness and affection. I took your daily insults and bitter, insane anger at the 'world'. Your constant scolding and screaming at me both in public (which you did for the benefit of thinking you were making 'me' look bad) and in private. Your weeks and weeks of silent treatment. Your segregation. Your writing 'psycho-bitch' on my car. You hitting me. Your temper tantrums, your tearing up the yard. Your insanely kicking down the real estate sign and yelling at me to never list with 'that goatrider' again. Your fake phone calls to your friends late at night - you know the phone calls that were meant to scare and intimidate me? "Hello...it's me. Remember what we talked about? Remember the plan? Well, it's time. Get everybody together and get over here now..." you know ... the calls that made me leave my own house out of fear for my life. You yelling in a parking lot to people that I f*d my son, or that I robbed you of your identity (which you still tell to anybody who will listen). You telling me (OVER AND OVER AGAIN) that everybody hates me and has to get up and leave the room when I walk in. You getting off the gig at 9 p.m. and coming home at four in the morning and then screaming at me for years to come because the door was locked. Yes, let the truth be known. This was my reality.

You complain that I am driving a new car and you are driving an old van. Here's the 'reality'. I am driving a car (the only one I own - not a 'fleet' of brand-new cars as you tell your 'friends'!) that is eight years old and which "I", and not "YOU" paid $900 dollars a month on for six years. The car has over 120,000 miles on it (most of which you put on it) and the transmission is out on it. Can't you 'see' reality anymore? You never, ever gave a penny to this house, the bills, the food, the vehicles you drove every day, or me. ONE time you bought bathroom tissue, ya, you bought toilet paper, and you kept it LOCKED UP in the back of your van so nobody else could use it!

Your ego is so big that you would rather be on stage in front of your 'fans' than by your wife's side during the birth - OR BURIAL - of your child! And God bless the poor woman in a relationship with you that wants to see you during your break and interfere with your ego-feeding frenzy of flirting time with your 'fans'! Speaking of fans, for every one person that goes into 'YOUR' club to see you, there are five hundred that don't (boy do I hear that all the time!). If you were to stop 'playing' there the place would be packed.

Here's the point of this whole page: You asked me to remove my webpage. I said "is there anything else you want to say?" I was thinking that maybe, just once, on an off-chance - it wouldn't be about YOU. You reply (after eight years of me standing by YOU and supporting YOU and YOUR dreams - and putting up with YOUR insanity! [yes, I did]), "yes, I want no further contact with you"

well, guess what!?
contact with you i have NOT had (you hearing things again?)
the sound of your voice
fills me with repugnance
your sick words cut to the core
they echo in my mind
and will forever do so

i can't stand to hear your name
it sickens me beyond belief
i can't stand to see your face
your insane outbursts still haunt me in my sleep
you have stolen so much from me
chewed me up and spit me out
why on earth would i want to 'contact' you?
you are nothing but a 'has-never-been'

there is absolutely NOTHING about you that is real and truth

get over yourself - stop romanticizing yourself, everyone else has

you make me sick

it's always all about you, isn't it?

you may be good at your game, but you don't have as many people fooled as you think you do

I could name 'names' of every one of the people in your life that you have cut down (to me). Greg, Dana, Charles, Sandy and her husband (and his brother), Joe, Tina, Bob, Tommy, John, Jeanie, Betty, T, Randy, Rosemary, Steve, the Thursday night bikers (and, especially, their kids) at the place where you gig... everyONE ... I got all the goods on you! - but why bother? You will fool them into thinking I am the nut. They would not believe me, and I personally could care less. Guess what? Maybe me writing this for all to see after keeping all this bottled up inside me for years does make me look nuts. But, who cares? I don't. So screw you!

"I have many good friends that have gotten me through this heart ATTACK." (If only they knew what you say about them behind their back!) But what I want to know is 'what' heart attack? There was NO heart 'attack'! Just another way of you needing attention to keep the narcissist in you supplied. "Her kids are nuts and I fear for my life" ... What the f? My kids PITIED you and convinced me to stay with you because they (erroneously) loved you! They fell for your fake narcissism. How dare you make up such lies about them!

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