Now here’s the gut punch of it all, and yeah, this one stings the narcissist in ways they’ll never admit, even to themselves. You were the only place that ever felt like home—not the house, not the job, not the fake smiles or their flavor-of-the-month supply. You didn’t do it because they poured their heart out to you; they don’t do that. Hell no, vulnerability is not in their playbook. But your presence changed something inside them, like tossing a warm blanket over a freezing soul.
You didn’t push, didn’t pry. You weren’t in it to win; you just showed up—solid, grounded, real—especially when their world was falling to pieces behind that perfect little mask. You were the calm in their chaos, and they leaned into it quietly, sneaking to you when the lies started choking them, when the image they built was cracking at the edges, when they couldn’t keep up with the charade anymore. You were the soft landing, the breath in the storm.
But they never said thank you, of course, because gratitude isn’t in their vocabulary. But they felt it—oh, they felt it in their bones. When everything around them felt staged and scripted, you were the only damn thing that was real. You didn’t try to change them; you didn’t demand a show. You just made them feel—maybe for the first time ever—that they didn’t have to fake it. And that scared the hell out of them, because to someone who’s built their life on illusion, real feels dangerous. Real feels like a threat.
But here’s where the script flipped. They pushed one too many times, crossed lines like it was a game, took your softness for weakness. While they thought you’d stay forever—because, well, everyone else did—you didn’t. You withdrew, not with screaming, not with fireworks, just a quiet, soul-deep pullback. You stopped offering your peace, stopped being their lifeline, stopped showing up for someone who’d already cushioned too many chances. And that silence was the loudest thing they’d ever heard. It’s still echoing in the quiet of a new relationship that feels more like a performance than a connection—moments when they feel misunderstood, unseen, unmatched—because nobody else gets them the way you did.
Here’s the hard truth they try to bury: They weren’t addicted to your attention; they were addicted to your presence. That feeling of finally being safe—not because they earned it, but because you gave it freely, unconditionally. And now that it’s gone, they can’t buy it, can’t fake it, can’t replace it. They are starving for what they lost.
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