… had a baby. Ok, I’m just kidding. You’ve determine from my last post, this girl is a bit too old for that. I could have visited several countries. I could have remodeled my entire home. There was so much I could have done in 9 months.
What I did with 9 months was rid myself of the negativity, the all-encompassing fog and a narcissist that I had foolishly allowed in my life. I reclaimed myself. I reclaimed my life.
For 9 months (and a few days), I would not speak to him even if I were face-to-face. If by happenstance, I saw him, I casually looked away. I made it obvious that there was nothing here for him. I went into full-blown No Contact.
When I first began reading blog after blog about narcissism and those who possess this personality disorder, I could not fathom how not speaking to a person would allow me the freedom from the emotions, the pain and the unsettled spirit I was experiencing. I was not a proponent. I tried semi-no contact but generally failed. I foolishly told myself we could be friends. That didn’t work. (Another blogger wrote friendship is nothing more than a license to disrespect.) She was right. We could be neighbors. Plain ol’ foolishness. What made my situation relatively unique is the narcissist who invaded my life lived but a stone’s throw away from my front door. With my emotions being what they were, I needed to close this chapter for once and for all. Somehow, someway.
There is nothing like an impetus to give you what you need to do what you need to do! Who would have thought that $2.50 would bring me to my senses, would be that force of energy I so desperately needed. Yes, $2.50! How silly is that. With all the crab legs, Bailey’s and coffee, lamb chops, and home-cooked meals, that I had freely given and lovingly prepared for him, it took a $2.50 plant to set me straight, put me on the right path.
I had purchased plants for both of us. They were on sale for something like 75% off. They were tropical plants that would need to be taken inside from the brutal winters in my state. One beautiful summer day, while we were discussing the plants, he casually informs me he was going to give the plant to his ‘friend’ when he dug it up. His ‘friend’ is code word for one of his many lovers. And, I remind you all that he has many. I counted 20 once (I’ll explain this later, another blog, another day).
I was horrified, not as much because he was going to give the plant to another woman, but because he saw absolutely nothing wrong with telling me. I remarked to him that he was not giving anything away that I had purchased. The next verbal exchange was even more mind blowing. I commented “I’m selfish like that”. Ready for this … he agreed. Seriously! Of course, I was kidding but he wasn’t. He actually considered me selfish because this one time I was not going to be the idiot that I had been since December 2012. I was not giving him carte blanche to give something to another woman that I had purchased for him.
What happens next nailed it for me. One of his lovers came over, parked her car and they drove off for a day of fun and sun. It was a beautiful day. Sun was shining. It was hot. And, I would have also loved to have enjoyed the day as well with someone special. I would realize later that I had hit my bottom with this insanity. I felt lost, downtrodden and bereft. There was a knot in the pit of my stomach. If you were to ask me that day would I survive this onslaught on my feelings, on my heart, would I get through the day, I would have told you NO. I did not think I could have felt any worse than I did that very moment.
I called a sister friend. She arrives (unexpectedly) with a bottle of Margarita in tow. I drank a glass or two. We ate. She left. I got in my bed and just simply felt bad. There is no other word to describe how I felt. I just felt bad. I would repeatedly ask myself how could someone you treat so well, treat you so badly.
I had allowed myself to be disrespected so many times but this would be the last time. And, not just by him, by anyone. I was determined to turn this around. As I said in a previous blog I was not going to hurt … another second, another minute, another hour or another day . This would be the day I’d find the determination I needed, the determination I lacked when I proclaimed I was going to stop hurting!
I woke up that next morning and began an amazing journey. He text, I did not respond. He called, I did not answer. I saw him, I did not speak. I was done, done, and DONE!
For the next 9 months, he was invisible. I went about healing my heart, my soul and my mind. It was exhilarating. I knew my real challenge would come when the weather broke. The weather broke. I remained determined to shut this individual out of my life.
Of course, being the girl that I am, I had to test my resolve. So, after 9 months and some days, I sent him a text. Of course, this was after he playfully threw rocks while I was walking my dog. It was after he yelled “boo” out of the window. It was even after he had called claiming I had dropped a $20 bill while I was walking my pooch one Sunday morning. He could keep the $20. I texted him the day, he repeatedly honked his horn while I was again walking my dog. He pounced on that text.
We began to chat a little. I made sure it was always initiated by him. I discovered I was no longer affected by his fake charm. And of course, he turned it on. He tried to entice and seduce me but I knew better this time. I certainly thought more of myself. He asked me over but I effortlessly declined. I was not going to start anything back up with him. No way, no how. (More on this another blog, another day.)
I realized more than anything was though I had a scar, a pretty deep one, my feelings toward him had drastically changed. I saw him for the person that he was. A womanizing, misogynistic, narcissist who preys on women.
After watching the women come and go … sometimes it would be months before they would reappear, I decided I was the one who would never go back to such a dark and ugly place with such a dark and ugly person. I did not need to feel so badly about myself, so trapped and lost ever again.
It has been three months of periodic chatting. Now, however, I realize I just simply do not like him as a person. It defies all odds, everything we believe, everything we know to be true in this life, to continue to tolerate someone treating us badly, with such little disregard for our feelings.
I no longer care why he behaves the way he does. I am not trying to figure out the pathology of his disorder. I am only concerned with …
Treating Myself Wonderfully Each and Every Day.