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The Pathetic Things I’d Do to End The Silent Treatment of a Narcissist
I’d cook, clean and buy, but please don’t leave me.
I would pathetically do anything to end the silence. Sounds pathetic, right? Yep, it was, especially being a 6' 240lb male that is wrapped around a manipulator’s finger.
There was nothing she couldn’t do or say to keep me around
And most of the time, I’d chase her; she didn’t have to say anything. I got some weird gratification out of the chase. The more she made me pursue, the more worthy I felt. And when I finally caught her, it was more of a relief than gratification. It was like a five day fishing trip and you finally caught some fish on your final day.
Cooking was minor compared to what I’d do. I’d prove to her I couldn’t be replaced. But little did I know she had multiple men doing similar things to what I was doing.
But let’s not bullshit ourselves here, I always knew there were other desperate fucks like me, but I was in denial.
Although, I think I took things to the next level, hence why she didn’t show shame to me. I was her fallback guy, a guy that would put up with anything. Someone she could really depend on when she really fucked up. There wasn’t anything she…
