Wednesday, January 27, 2010

A wolf in sheep's clothing

A narcissist is a wolf in sheep's clothing. A few lessons on a narcissist.

His motivation is not love nor is it happiness. It is power and control! It is admiration and attention! It is praise and adulation.

The truth is he is emotionally shallow and doesn't operate from true emotional connection. He doesn't feel the pain of his actions because he simply doesn't run that deep. He doesn't have the ability to feel true love, happiness or emotion, positive or negative. He may never really feel the pain of his actions towards others but he also will never feel love or true caring. He is a shallow drying puddle of water feeding from our oceans of emotional depth. And it can feel as if we are being siphoned empty.

We must look past the sheep and see the wolf that is blowing our house down.

He can appear to be the nicest person in the world and do things for you that would seem to say "I really care about you" but then you begin to feel that your energy is being drained, you are feeling confused, you are doubting yourself and feeling very frustrated. More time is spent in this confusion trying to sort things out in your mind until you realize just how much energy you are giving this person. On the outside the narcissist can look like an angel but truly there is a demon within. He is the kind of demon that steals your light and leaves you in the dark wondering what just happened.

A few "special" ones (aka 1st wife) will stay hooked in forever allowing themselves to be a constant source of light for the narcissist to feed off of. The phrase "I would die for you" is literal. Because one who stays hooked into a narcissist does begin to die. The desire for the illusion of love to be real is so strong that one will stay forever hooked into that illusion until she completely loses herself.

There should be a group known as the "the few, the proud, the narcissist free"....

I was a casualty of his narcissism. I had to really accept and understand this in order to cut the ties and move on.

And, my life depended on it.

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