Let me tell you something plain and true: the narcissist isn’t just trying to win; they’re trying to wreck. This isn’t about a bruised ego—no, this is a mission, a mission to tear down what they can’t build in themselves. It’s not just about pain; it’s about control through pain. Every insult, every cold shoulder, every cruel smirk isn’t random—it’s orchestrated. You see, the narcissist feeds on the fallout: the confusion, the tears, the questioning of your own worth. That’s not collateral damage; that’s the main event.
And love, kindness, loyalty—the very things we’re taught to give freely to build something sacred—are, to the narcissist, threats. The more you love, the more they despise. The closer you try to get, the further they retreat. And not just retreat; they strike harder, sharper, colder.
Now stop for a second. Breathe. If your spirit just winced, if your gut whispered, “Yes, I know this storm,” you’re not alone. You’re not weak, and you sure as heaven aren’t crazy. Speak up. Share. Heal loud, because silence is where the cycle festers.
Now, beneath that glittery, puffed-up exterior lies something twisted: a shaky mess of shame, envy, and deep, rattling emptiness. The narcissist walks a tightrope between pride and panic, and when they feel even the slightest breeze of rejection, oh, it’s not just a bruise—it’s fuel. They enjoy watching someone fall to pieces after being cast aside. That smirk, that mocking glance—that’s not confusion; it’s satisfaction. That’s power.
They don’t reject to protect themselves; they reject to dominate. They want you to know who holds the emotional leash, and they yank it whenever they please. But here’s the raw truth most folks don’t want to admit: their rage isn’t random; it’s rooted in desire. They see something in you—beauty, strength, depth, warmth—and instead of being drawn to it, they loathe it because they can’t have it. They can’t be it. So they destroy it, not out of hate, but out of starvation—emotional starvation.
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