A little birdie told me
A little bird tweets
Not so much a homing pigeon
Not the way that birdie cheats
A little birdie flitting
A little bird it’s no surprise
So many different nests her habitat
She has to keep two separate lives
A little birdie, not so much
A big ass bird that’s rather chunky
If reality were required plumage
Birdie’s just a Flying Monkey
~ kei
17 September 2014
One year Narc free…
This time last year, I was out with my best friend.
My best friend and the one who essentially staged a one-woman intervention to get me away from the Narcissist Predator who had stolen my life and was on track to take it.
I was out without the phone that he’d given me and I was not answering his calls or texts on my phone. Out of the house for the first time in months.
The day was the most bizarre and complex amalgamation of the things I hold most dear and of throwing off the shackles that he’d managed to place on me after nearly two years.
She stayed with me even after he’d been abusive with her, thinking that he’d come around. She stepped in after seeing that I was exhibiting all the classic signs of Battered Wife Syndrome. She literally put herself and reality between him, his abuse and lies and saved my life.
I know more now about Narcissist Predator Abuse than I wanted to but I also know the unwavering love and honour of true friendship.
This shit’s real. Get help. Trust your gut. Trust your friends. Je te remercie, ma sœur d’un autre monsieur.
One year Narc free this weekend…
~ kei
13 September 2014
Why indeed?
A Narcissist tells you exactly what you want to hear. The story they tell is uniquely tailored for each individual in their life, the goal being to get from you what THEY want.
The Narcissist in my life is “dead”. The quotation marks are because I learned that every single thing he said to me was a lie or a performance. Many worthy of an Academy Award. Pseudcide is not beyond his desire for laud at any cost or to escape any accountability for the damage he’s done.
Oddly, his fans still love him. It seems that death equates sainthood for a Narc, Hitler notwithstanding. They sing his praises on his “obituary” – the one that lists his wife’s death a year plus after he began his grooming and gaslighting (courtship and marriage proposal) of me and two years after supposedly becoming a widower – among many other inconsistencies. The strangest part is not even the obit itself but that the women leaving these comments were maligned and slandered by him to me throughout the “relationship” we had. The picture he painted of them and others, was both strange and horrific. I know now it was likely as false as what he said about me – and that had to be bad for these women to universally snub me and act like I didn’t exist, even over the period of time where I was “The fiancée”.
I wonder… Would you want to know what he really thought?
Would this seemingly charming, popular, successful (ha!) man have been so popular if even two of us had spoken with each other instead of believing the fabrications of a Narcissist? I know I was bullied and frightened into not contacting most of them. I bet “G” didn’t know that she was so consumed with jealousy and rage – because she was in love with ME – that he “watched her” to be sure she didn’t give a sign of leaving Vermont to come to my home and harm me. I bet she didn’t know how her actions (spurred by his stories to me) made this scenario look plausible. Or that “S” made herself such a nuisance, cruising past his home, “friending” his sister and children on Facebook, shadowing his daughter on campus that he had not one, not two but three sequential restraining orders against her. “R” would not be flattered to know the many names he had for her, gentlest being “fucking stalker”. Would his Father-In-Law be surprised to find out that he’s dead in “my” world? The tales go on…
Popular is so arbitrary. Driven by the basest of human emotions. To remain the centre of attention at all costs… What a sad and pathetic life. To destroy another human being’s life to sustain the charade you’ve woven and shore up your fantasies is sick and twisted and yet… his popularity goes on even in “death”.
I wonder… Do you want to know what he really thought and said about you? Or are the fallacies enough?
Why are Narcissists (Initially) so Popular? | Psychology Today.
By far one of the loneliest things I’ve ever had to go through
Is to have the truth right here in my hands
And yet
Be subjected to reading the love, praise and laud
Being given to a liar, a felon and a fraud
~ kei
27 June 2014
I am so angry that I could spit – so fucking angry…
How in the name of all things sane can that lying, whoring, filthy piece of shit have accrued so many wilfully blind fools?
All coming out to sing his praises just because he conveniently died and escaped having to face any accountability for his actions?
If he even had the decency to die. ‘Paths have been known to commit “Pseudocide”
He was a pathological liar of almost unreal dimensions. He is a fake, a phony and a complete and utter fraud. The one shred of dignity that I have is I left him.
Any idiot (of which I was one) can find this out with a simple Google Search and a little help from a P.I. Virtually, his entire life was a fabrication, embellished or tailored for every chick that came along. He could mouth and mimic, not feel.
I am not ranting about him. I know now what he is. I have proof and can happily supply it. I’m ranting about the people who think they were so damn special or deserving simply because he could slot them into his Google Hangout and Skype time.
He slept with me every night for almost two years and came to visit you while he called me his fiancée – the infamous black diamond engagement ring – and this is a sainted, troubled, pitiable man? He wasn’t “troubled”.
This was a malicious, twisted, pathological Narcissist Predator.
I am so disgusted with Humanity, Women, Men and women in particular right now… No morals, no compassion, it doesn’t matter what I do, who cares who gets hurt as long as I get what I want. Don’t lets ask a question or try to get at a truth… Good God! That might spoil our little charades and delusions.
Fuck…
~ kei
8 June 2014
Why Do Narcissists Write Poetry?
This is so perfectly, horrifyingly accurate. To me. it exemplifies the breakdown of “The Sisterhood” when we are so willing to believe that one man can have a string of crazy bitch Ex’s, while maintaining that he is a completely innocent victim.
Under normal circumstances, don’t we call that a Loser?
A Letter to the Other Woman | Narcissist, Sociopath, and Psychopath Abuse Recovery.
