His Obsession vs. Me

He’s clamping down

The AC came yesterday just in the last evening, even though it shouldn’t have as it was 14°C outside

Today, it came on at 8:42am as he was leaving to take his kids to school and daycare. It hasn’t cycled once. He’s been extremely quiet, as well as his family. They’ve barely made a peep, even as they exited and entered their apartment

He knows where my boundaries are. My limits. He knows I’ve exceeded my breaking point and the thread I was hanging by broke. He’s adding fuel to the fire and knows I can’t do anything about it. In his mind, he won and he’s going to keep adding pressure until I’m obliterated. The people who can stop him don’t care.

But all I’m getting are blank looks. Crickets. I keep getting resources that are meant to help, but end up not applying to my situation. This may be a domestic abuse problem, but I’m not his partner so the rules don’t apply to me

Hotlines are worthless. I can be provided with all the resources and advice they have, but unless they can provide a concrete way out, it’s meaningless.

I don’t need words. I already have a lifetime supply of sympathy. Walks can only do so much and any benefit from one wears off within hours (due to the narcissists actions).

The support system I should have in this situation hasn’t materialized. There’s been stops and starts, and it leads nowhere.

I can keep reminding myself not to react. To not give him the time of day or to keep giving him the silent treatment. But that only gets me so far.

I’m tired of putting on a brave face

I’m tired of bursting into tears and have meltdowns

I’m tired of the panic attacks

I shouldn’t have move back to Ohio. I’d essentially be trading one toxic situation for another.

Symphony can only take me so far. I need people who can ACT on it, knowing full way that their actions speak louder than words. It comes with an understanding that what has happened SHOULDN’T have happened and that no one should have to experience that. PERIOD.

I may sound like a broken record at this point, but I don’t care.

By providing the physical support, acting on a request of help, it provides the beginning of mental healing. They go hand in hand. It may not take care of the trauma that was caused, but it provides a mental relief that someone actually stood up for you and provided you with a way out. That someone has your back in a time of need.

He’s obsessed. He’s determined. He wants to see me fail.

Your Perception vs. My Reality

One of the biggest problems I’ve faced (outside of the narcissist) is a lack of understanding. Perception.

I have been making it abundantly clear what exactly has been happening with the narcissist and the negative effects it has had on not only me, but also with my child. The reaction has stayed relatively the same along the way: crickets!

I’ve been receiving A LOT of sympathy with my plight. While it is good to know that people are sympathetic, it hasn’t heled change the situation. From where I am sitting, all I see is a wall of blank stares.

I hhave made every effort to go through the proper channels to get the harassment to stop. I have made multiple efforts to reach out, asking for help. In return, I got doors slammed in my face telling me that hands are tied and no assistance can be offered due to logistics and technicalities. If any further help was needed, I had go this way or do that. It all lead to a dead end. Any ‘assistance’ that was offered by people I knew, it was primarily in the form of advice: go for a walk, move (‘it shouldn’t be that hard’), seek out a support help line, find a therapist. While good advice, it’s all been tried or isn’t a viable option.

What I DO need is a physical support system. People who put their foot where their mouth is and help take ACTION to help me get out of an extremely difficult situation. As it stands right now, I have NO ONE! I am essentially trying to run a household, care for a child, find a new job AND look for new housing without ANY backup. NO ONE to lean on to help me out.

I’ve already stared burning bridges and I’ve had to unfortunately cut ties with at least one person. The decision was taken lightly, but needed to be done. I’m at the point where I’m going to need to do it again with more people. While it’s been helpFUL to have individuals in my corner who are sympathetic, it’s not helpING us to get out. We NEED individuals who willing to act on their sympathetic notions, putting them foot where there mouth is and HELP us get out. We NEED that physical support system.

From The Kindness of a Stranger

Today, I lost it. All the events of the past 18 months just boiled over and I lost it. I shouldn’t have, but I did.

As a result, I almost did stupid. Thankfully, I didn’t. A stranger I didn’t know stopped me. She knew. I didn’t have to say a word. She just knew. My demeanor said it all.

It’s been a whirlwind. A nightmare. Words cannot even begin to explain what the situation did to mental state. The effects of a narcissist aren’t easy to explain. Healing isn’t going to happen overnight. Support proved to practically nonexistent. It’s one thing to have sympathy, but it’s a completely different situation when you actually take action and help.

But today did prove something: sometimes, a stranger can have more of a positive effect than a familiar face.

The Man Behind the Mask

You’re not happy with me

But I don’t care

You have absolutely no right to treat me like I’m nothing more than a piece of dirt

I have no regrets standing up to you.

You’re an abuser. An evil entity. A malignant and covert individual.

Karma is waiting for you.

Your mask has come off. The wolf in sheep’s clothing has been exposed. The man behind the curtain has now made an appearance.

You may not like me for it, but I don’t care.

The Nonsense…

You’re trying

For the past three days, you’ve been pulling out every trick in your playbook and going full throttle

You may have me frustrated

You may have me angry at you

But I see right through you

But boy, have you been trying

I know I’ve been frustrating you to no end when you figured out I was giving you the silent treatment. You retaliated by going deep with the tried and true plays from your playbook. And you kept trying.

I don’t see you stopping. Even if a higher authority asked you to (like a government official). Because it’s not in you to stop.

Really?

I know you’re not happy with me

I know you’re frustrated

You’re actions are very telling

Today, your ‘dog whistle’ came out. For something that’s supposed to be inaudible, you were being extremely loud and obnoxious with it.

If you’re looking for a reaction, try somewhere else. Just because you decided to turn up the volume on the ‘dog whistle’, it’s not going to change a thing. It’s still the same tired play from the same tired playbook. The only difference is you’re playing it for everyone to hear.

The Nerve

I know you’re not happy with me

I figured you out. Then, I had the nerve to stand up to you

I know you think I shouldn’t have done that

After all, how dare I? I attempted to take away your control, your power.

I can’t even begin to comprehend how someone like you exists. The pure evil that spews from you. The lengths that you went to just to get back at me. Going through my child to get to me. Using your own child as a pawn. Involving your wife as a flying monkey, an enabler.

I will always wonder why. But I know I’ll never understand.

It seems the tides have turned, but I know it’s not over. To you, it’ll never be over. I am now public enemy number one.

I had the nerve…

Possibly…?

I can’t quite put my finger on it but it kinda feels like something had changed

It’s kinda been hinted at for the last two weeks, but there’s something in the atmosphere that shifted

I’m still expecting things to go back to the way they were. You don’t give up your control that easily. If there was a way, you always found it.

Maybe things have changed, but with everything that has happened in the last year and a half, I have my doubts.

I still believe that we’ll come out on the other side, even if it’s in pieces. The ball is rolling on getting us out.

But something still feels different. It’s only a matter of time.

Game. Set. Match?

It feels like we’ve turned a corner

The ball has changed courts

But I’m not holding my breath

You’re a very charismatic individual. You’ve had the world at your fingertips for who knows how long. Of course they were going to believe you before they believed me. You’re the family man with the ‘golden image’ and I’m the newcomer who did things differently.

But then I caught a glimpse of something. I caught you in a lie. Right off the bat. I didn’t realize it at the time. I didn’t want to. After all, who would lie about something illegal?

But I roused your suspicions. I never fully trusted you. You saw it before I did. But I kept pecking away. I caught a glimpse of the demon lurking beneath the facade. Little did I know the hell you’d put us through.

It was like playing chess. You’re always 5 steps ahead. Every move I made was challenged.

But then something changed. The tide turned.

Your arrogance took over. You had gotten away with so much for so long.

I’m still not fully convinced this is the end. You don’t like losing, but you gave yourself away.

The days ahead will determine if I’m right. Until then, I’m laying low. There’s no need to stir the pot. I have no reason to. I have no interest in retaliation.

I Know

I know you’re not happy with me

I figured out what you were doing

Then I had the nerve to stand up to you

You made it a point to make my life miserable

It became an obsession

You kept at it

Digging away

The ‘dog whistle’ gets louder by the day

The eerie silence hasn’t stopped, either eavesdropping every chance you get

You flow between the two with ease

People expect us to move back where we came from. They see it as a failure. Because of what you’re doing.

One way or another, we will come out on the other side. Safe. Intact. In a new home. Without having to move back.