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Maybe You Need to Go Back to The Narcissists?
You know? So they can show you what little they think about you again.
If you’re anything like me, it will take a few brutal discards, but you will still go back for more.
We want that one last hit of “they give a fuck” but what you get is a few more hits of“they don’t give a fuck.”
Nothing worse than trying to extract love, compassion, and empathy from someone who doesn’t fucking care. Talk about emotional hell; here, you will find it.
But it’s too late; the chase is on. You will plead, beg, borrow, and steal with anyone who listens as you try and plead your case, as you look like the mental one, not them.
It’s a cruel way to go out, being brutally discarded.
It got to the point I was the one leaving every time at the end. It’s when I would speak any truth to her on my way out the door; she would make sure that fucker was locked tight, at least until she needed me again.
She had silence mastered.
She likes to play with my emotions. She would toss me a key in the high grass. She wouldn’t tell me she was doing it, but she gave subtle hints that there was a key to be found if I chased just enough; she might tell me where it was.
