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Hi, It’s Me, The Narcissists. This is Why I Tell You I’m Sorry
It’s all about how you make me feel, and that’s all that matters.
I know I can seem so vulnerable and lovable at times. I’m sorry, and I know I say “I’m sorry” a lot. And when I say a lot, I mean a lot. You and I both know that. I can’t tell you why I do the things that I do.
I know I told you I’m working on getting this new guy out of my apartment. I fucked up again. At least that’s what I tell you; I think that’s what you want to hear.
“It sounds good, right?”
Me acting like I am holding myself accountable for hurting you again? But under all the words, you know I don’t give a fuck, come on, dude. You know me! I do this shit all the time. This isn’t your first rodeo with me. Don’t you remember my ex-husband? You know the guy I “forgot” to tell you I was married to when we first started dating.
“Remember him?”
This is the same scenario.
Remember when I told you to have patience with me as I worked on getting divorced? Remember how I strung you along for 1.5 years and kept running to him every time you had a feeling about the way I was treating you?
