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In a hospital lies a person, beaten, broken, shattered, humiliated, and on the verge of death. They had been initially been driven mad into fighting back against a narcissist in their life. On their hospital bed, they find out that they are handcuffed to the bed and that there is a police officer outside their room.
I met him when I was 14, just as my mom was relapsing and we were going back into foster care; I was extremely vulnerable and looking to be loved. At the time, I thought he was the nicest guy I ever met. We started out as friends then began dating the night before homecoming.
When I started seeing a therapist, she asked me, “You don’t know what creepy is, do you?” I remember kind of looking at her in this quizzical way because I did not know what she was getting at. However, upon giving the query a little bit of consideration, it had dawned on me that I had spent my whole life marveling at others when they would say someone was creepy or weird or “off.”
I gave unconditional love, I boosted his ego, gave him ridiculous amounts of praise, respect, accolades. I made every tiny accomplishment a monumental congratulation. I took care of his parents, took care of his dying brother, I drove him to work and picked him up (23 miles, 45-70 minutes one way) in traffic, for almost 3 years, because he lost his driving privilege. Note: I worked seven minutes from our home.
In the Narcissists Delusional Grand Deception/Mask of Perfection mind, they CAN DO NO WRONG. Every single one of them truly believes they are the best and perfect. This delusional high lasts indefinitely; as long as they have no one who doubts this.
