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The Choice: Imprisonment Or Freedom

The Choice

The Choice: Imprisonment Or Freedom

Written By: Ralph Greco, Jr.

The very fact that you are in it, means you are allowing it.

Akin to standing before a group of people with their chairs pulled into a circle around you and saying, “My name is___and I am a victim of a narcissist,” coming to first the conclusion, then the admission that I was in an abusive romance with a class-A narcissist was the first and hardest step to getting out of that romance.

Admitting complicity was so demoralizing, I had kept myself locked and loaded in a prison of my own making to avoid the truth; in the end, I had nobody else to blame but me for where I was and who I was with.

Any of us in this kind of relationship knows fully well the trouble we’ve been in, but to keep even a modicum of self-respect, we avoid thinking about where we are and what we have allowed.

We come to as much hate the accommodations we continually make, as seeing our friends and family lose respect for us as they witness our consistent acquiescence.

Over time, the resentment that grows within yourself, at yourself, will far outweigh any anger you’ll ever muster over the narcissist as you enact a silent self-flagellation of a specific and acute dose.

The best one to beat here is always you.

The Choice: Imprisonment Or Freedom

But why did I put myself here?

What was I looking for?

Had I always wanted to be the partner of the “all-about-me-about-the-time” lover?

I can say with certainty that selfishness was not something I ever saw in either of my parents.

I had supportive, fun-loving, inspiring, and inspired people around me; why would I go forth and seek a narcissist for my partner? Really, who in their right mind would sign-up for this kind of abuse? What had I done in my slightly ribald past to warrant this kind of treatment?

Was this karma?

The answers to these questions, or just figuring through one of them, could fill a whole book, and I was not, as yet, self-aware enough to take the deep dive that was needed to give myself even a hint of relief.

I’d get there, and in the end, break up with my partner, but that would take time.

In the end, the one simple answer was…I stayed because I wanted to. It was more important, at the time, to be in a relationship with my narcissist than not.

My need to have them in my life far outweighed the pain they brought me.

Habit? Sure.

Insecurity? Certainly.

But as beaten down by their needs as I was, I was fighting just to keep my chin above the surface; I really didn’t have time for me.

None of this, though, gets me off the hook. I did this to myself. My own personal emasculating (and no man is emasculated unless he allows it…another truth I didn’t much want to accept), passive-aggressive, a wounded warrior was allowed to breed, latch-on and invade my life for as long as they did because I allowed it.

But I also could, and did, allow myself to break free.

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I call myself the Rational Humorist. Narcs to me are cancer to humanity. The only way to beat cancer is to fight back against it.

The best way to defeat a narc is to see them as the jokes they are.

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