That’s why they whisper poison in public, humiliate you behind closed doors, twist your words, rewrite your worth—not because you deserve it, but because they can’t bear the fact that you shine where they collapse. Make no mistake: this is sadism, plain and simple. They don’t want love; they don’t even want closeness. They want evidence of your undoing: the heartbreak, the silence, the breakdown. That’s their feast.
It’s not about sharing a bed or holding hands; it’s about owning your mind. It’s about keeping you on edge, unsure, apologizing for things you didn’t even do because that’s the game, and pain is the prize. And let me be crystal clear: nothing is off-limits to the narcissist. Not love, not loyalty, not legacy. If it can be used, it’ll be used. If it can be broken, it will be broken. They’ll tear apart friendships like paper, like reputations on fire, without a second thought. They’ll burn the whole bridge down if it means they get the last word, that final blow, that bitter taste of victory.
Because for the narcissist, it’s not about peace; it’s about power. Even if it costs them everything, even if it means dragging their own name through the mud, they’ll do it as long as they can take someone down with them. To be hated is better than being forgotten. If they can’t be loved, they’ll settle for being feared. And when they sense their control slipping, oh, that’s when the grip gets tighter. That’s when the claws come out. Even if they walk away, they want to leave behind a scar, a chill, a memory so sharp it wakes you at night—like smoke that lingers long after the fire’s out.
But here’s the most haunting truth of all: the narcissist feels most alive when someone else is in pain. That’s not a lack of empathy; that’s a hunger, a hunger for suffering. They don’t want understanding, or healing, or anything whole—they want broken. They want bent. They want to take someone else’s joy and twist it until it looks like theirs: shattered and empty. You see, their joy doesn’t come from growth or goodness; it comes from the sound of a soul unraveling.
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