Change?

There’s been a change in the atmosphere. Something is happening, but I don’t know what it will be. Change is coming.

The tension that is now floating through the building has reached a new height.

I know I’ve crossed a line with the narcissist. I did the unthinkable: I told the world what he was doing. I forced the issue. Now I’m getting the silent treatment. The intense edition.

Enjoy the Silence

The last 5 days have been a whirlwind. From some much needed family time to publicly outing the narcissist to my son getting sick, it seemed nonstop.

Tonight, it’s settled. Even though it’s just a moment in time.

There’s a quiet that is currently setting in.

The narcissist has tried taking me down. He’s not going to stop. It’s a path he started going down well over a year ago and it’s a path he’s going to keep walking until he gets his way.

Tonight, it’s one of the few nights I’m claiming. There’s a wedge that developed in a lot of relationships that was put there by the narcissist. It worked on breaking a few of those relationships up. I’m not going to go chasing after them, either.

He may have driven a wedge between some of use, but he’s not breaking the relationship I have with my son. He’s trying. It was starting to work. But I caught on. The brakes have been activated. I’m trying to reverse some of the damage that was already done. It’ll be a slow process, but we’ll get there.

The break off moments. The quiet moments. The silence that sometimes comes when you’re just enjoying each other’s company. The healing that comes with it. The times when you don’t need words because the feeling is there and you just need to sit back to soak it in.

The Aftermath

The panic attacks have started again.

Today was the first time I’ve had a MAJOR one. It came out of nowhere. I’m just sitting with my son and it hits. A debilitating one. It took a few before I could move again because of how bad it was.

The past 36 hours have been rough. Sick kid. Going after the narcissist and his flying monkey. It was only a matter of time before one hit.

It’s only a matter of time before it hits again…

The Flying Monkeys Bluff

I came. I saw. I called the bluff.

You may not have been in the room while things were being debated, but you were sitting upstairs eavesdropping. You still continued to do so well after ‘the debate’ ended.

Your flying monkey tried her best to defend you. I still called you out. She still refused to acknowledge the issue. In her own way, she confirmed that she knew what you were doing but chose to overlook it. Your hold over her became apparent: she was willing to protect you because of the favours you were providing to help her out.

She knows I’m right.

You know I’m right.

You’ll end up continuing your game. The retaliation will continue and get worse. Your ego knows no limits.

But I called the bluff.

I may be shattered. I may be in pieces. But I still walked away knowing that I proved my point that you were interfering with what you shouldn’t have, and your flying monkey knows. She can deny it all she wants. But she knows.

The Real You

You snuck up in me

I believe you had me pegged before I knew the real you. You saw something in me that you knew could get you in trouble. Right from the beginning, you started testing the limits.

Once I caught on, it was too late. By that point, you had gone full force. The ripple effects had already taken hold. The spiral had started.

So, I told world what you did. I have no regrets.

I am very well aware you’re still going to come after me even harder now. The retaliation may have started awhile ago, but it’s only going to get worse from here.

This shouldn’t be an either/or situation.

Same Old Song

I see you

I see through you

I see through how your changing how you use your ‘dog whistle’

You can try to change things around all you want, to throw me off

You try to make it look like you’re being unpredictable. But you’re not.

It’ll always be the same play, same technique, same everything.

The only thing that’s changed is how you choose to make it look like you’re playing your ‘game’.

You Don’t Fool Me

As I sit here, looking back on what you’ve done

As I sit here, looking at what’s to come in the days ahead

As I sit here, I have so much to say

I can say the same thing a million times

I can repeat myself until I’m blue in the face

I deserve so much better

My son deserves so much better

You may have the world fooled, but I still see through you

Those few who chose to believe me are rooting for us

You have a large network of enablers and flying monkeys. I see how they carry out your wishes without a second thought. At least one of your flying monkeys doesn’t have a choice, as she’s doing so to deflect the negative attention off of her and onto me. She knows that if she denies your wishes, she’ll get the brunt of it. She may know it’s wrong, but she’s protecting herself. Even if it means I get it all. 8n her mind, better me then her.

NO ONE should be put into that position. NO ONE. This isn’t an either/or. You’re a HORRIBLE human being and those who have seen behind your mask know that.

You don’t fool me.

My child deserves to live in a world where he no longer has to be concerned about about watching his every move, a world that you don’t control. He deserves to live in a world where he can be free to be himself. He deserves to live in a world where his mother isn’t scared you or what you’ll do as payback for figuring you out.

The Answer?

I can ask all I want

I can ask for an explanation, a reason

The answer will always be elusive. Non existent. I will never get one.

The answer very well may be your behavior. It may not be a full explanation. But it’s an answer. And right now you’re behavior is screaming ‘Because I can!’

Doesn’t make it right.

You will never be right.

Your behavior speaks volumes.

It may not be the in depth answer I need, but your behavior still provides an answer.

Believe Survivors

Covert. Malignant. Pathological. Dangerous.

Just a few words that can describe you.

You know, but you don’t care.

Your image protects you.

I’ve been chipping away at it. Little by little. Bit by bit.

I am positive I’ve cast a negative shadow on you.

I am positive I’ve planted a seed of doubt in others.

But I believe they’re choosing to overlook it. They’d rather believe a false image. It’s easier to pretend and overlook the bad.

The ball has started rolling.

The truth may sound insane and unsettling. That’s because it is. And I’m trying to make it stop. It’s best for all if you believe the one who is trying to tell you what’s happening.

Same Play, Different Strategy

I’ve seen your playbook

I’ve become familiar with the plays

I’ve seen you mix things up

In the last week, I’ve seen you pull out the playbook again. You haven’t really used it in awhile. You’ve been sticking with the same play for a few weeks. Now, you’ve gone back to re-use one of your old plays.

You started very subtly.

It could have been easily missed.

But it was the timing of the play that gave it away.

Then you repeated it. For several days in a row.

The play isn’t new. But the timing of the play is.

Same play, different implementation.

Do I think it’ll stop? No. I think it’ll get worse. That’s the way you work.

The obsession will continue. The plays will continue. You won’t stop until you get a reaction. You won’t stop until you win.

I know you’re going to repeat the play again. It’s not a matter of ‘if’, but ‘when’. It’s one of your favourite plays.