Lessons from My Brush with A Narcissist
The kicker is we never dated; he was intended to be my friend, but he couldn’t help playing his mind games.
I’ve recently disentangled myself from a narcissist. I’m not sure if he had a clinical diagnosis as such, but he checks all the boxes when it comes to narcissistic behavior and uses dark psychological tactics.
Everything he did was mental; we’ve never met face to face, we never dated, but he held me without touch and kept me without any restraints. Utterly infatuated and spellbound, I saw what was happening, but he had me hooked.
We met on Facebook. I was the one that slid into his direct messages after months of only engaging in each other’s posts. The intrigue was getting the better of me.
I enjoy reading and learning new things. This guy was a book I’d never read — and I wanted to learn who he was. I needed to know who was behind the words he crafted.
I concocted some nonsense about wanting him to read something I wrote and give me feedback. The truth is, I didn’t give a fuck about that; it was just a conversation starter. And it evidently jumped started something because here I am licking my wounds.
