I cannot remember where I found this or who wrote it, but it the best description of a narcissist I have ever read, and I kept it all these years for a reason.
Dear Co-Dependent Partner,
What I am about to say is not something I’d ever say or admit (to you), because to do so would end the winner-takes-all-game that is my main source of pleasure in life - one that effectively keeps you carrying my load in our relationship.
And that’s the whole point.
When I say ‘I love you’ I mean that I love how hard you work to make me feel like your everything, that I am the focus of your life, that you want me to be happy, and that I’ll never be expected to do the same.
I love the power I have to take advantage of your kindness and intentions to be nice, and the pleasure I derive when I make myself feel huge in comparison to you, taking every opportunity to make you feel small and insignificant.
I love the feeling it gives me thinking of you as weak, vulnerable, emotionally fluffy, and I love looking down on you for your childlike innocence and gullibility, as weakness.
I love the way I feel that, through the use of gaslighting, what you want to discuss or address will never happen, and I love this ‘power’ to train you to feel ‘crazy’ for even asking or bringing up issues that do not interest me, effectively lowering your expectations of me and what I’m capable of giving you, while I up mine of you.
I love how easy it is to keep your sole focus on alleviating my pain (never yours), and that, regardless of what you do, you’ll never make me feel good enough, loved enough, respected enough, appreciated enough, and so on. (Misery loves company.)
(It’s not about the closeness, empathy, the emotional connection you want, or what I did that hurt or embarrassed you, or how little time I spend engaged with you or the children, and so on. It’s about my status and doing my job to keep you in your place, in pain, focused on feeling my pain, blocking you from feeling valued in relation to me. I’m superior and entitled to all the pleasure, admiration, and comforting between us, remember?
‘I love you’ means I love the way I feel when you are with me, more specifically, regarding you like a piece of property I own, my possession. Like driving a hot car, I love the extent to which you enhance my status in the eyes of others, letting them know that I am the top dog, and so on. I love thinking that others are jealous of my possessions.
I love that you are there to blame whenever I feel this ‘neediness’; feeling scorn for you seems to protect me from something I hate to admit, that I feel totally dependent on you to ‘feed’ my sense of superiority and entitlement, and to keep my illusion of power alive in my mind.
Nothing makes me feel more fragile and vulnerable than not having control over something that would tarnish my image and superior status, especially when you question ‘how’ I treat you, as if you still don’t understand that getting you to accept yourself as an object for my pleasure, happy regardless of how I treat you, or the children - is key proof of my superiority, to the world. You’re my possession, remember? It’s my job to teach you to hate and act calloused towards those ‘crazy’ things that only the ‘weak’ people need such as ‘closeness’ and ‘emotional stuff’ and by the way, I know this ‘works’ because my childhood taught me to do this to myself inside.
It makes me light up with pleasure (more proof of my superiority) that I can easily get you flustered, make you act ‘crazy’ over not getting what you want from me, make you repeat yourself, and say and do things that you’ll later hate yourself for (because of your niceness’. Everything you say, any hurts or complaints you share, you can be sure I’ll taunt you with later, to keep you ever-spinning your wheels, ever trying to explain yourself, ever doubting yourself and confused, trying to figure out why I don’t ‘get’ it.
There is nothing to ‘get’! To break the code, you’d have to look through my lens, not yours! It’s my job to show complete disinterest in your emotional needs, hurts, wants and to train, dismiss and punish accordingly, until you learn your ‘lesson’ that is. To take your place as a voiceless object, a possession has no desire except to serve my pleasure and comfort and never an opinion on how it’s treated.
That you can’t figure this out, after all the ways I mistreated you, to me, is proof of my genetic superiority. In my playbook, those with superiority genes are never kind, except to lure and snare their victims!.
I love that I can make you feel insecure at the drop of a hat, especially by giving attention to the other women (perhaps also others in general, friends, family members, children, etc… the list is endless) What power this gives me to put a display of what you don’t get from me, to taunt and make you beg for what I easily give to others, wondering why it’s so easy to give what you want to others, to express feelings or affection, to give compliments, that is, when it serves my pleasure (in this case, to watch you squirm).
I love the power I have to get you back whenever you threaten to leave, by throwing a few crumbs your way, and watching how quickly I can talk you into trusting me when I turn on the charm, deceiving you into thinking, this time, I’ll change.
‘I love you’ means I need you because, due to the self-loathing I carry inside, I need someone who won’t abandon me that I can use as a punching bag, to make myself feel good by making them feel bad about themselves. (This is how I pleasure myself, and the way I numbm deny the scary feelings I carry inside that I hope to never admit, ever. I hate any signs of weakness in me, which is why I hate you, and all those I consider inferior, stupid, feeble and so on.
‘I love you’ means that I love fixing and shaping your thoughts and beliefs, being in control of your mind, so that you think of me as your miracle and saviour, a source of life and sustenance you depend on, and bouncing back to, like gravity, no matter how high you try to fly away or jump.
I love that this makes me feel like a god, to keep you so focused (obsessed….) with making me feel worshipped and adored, sacrificing everything for me to prove yourself so that I don’t condemn you, seeking to please none other, and inherently, with sole rights to administer rewards and punishments as I please.
I love how I can use my power to keep you down, doubting and second-guessing yourself,
Questioning your sanity, obsessed with explaining yourself to me (and others), professing your loyalty, wondering what’s wrong with you (instead of realising that you cannot make someone ‘happy’ who derives their sense of power and pleasure from feeling scorn for others… and you!).
‘I love you’ means I love the way I feel when I see myself through your admiring eyes, that you’re my feel-good drug, my dedicated audience, my biggest fan and admirer, and so on.
You, and in particular, your looking up to me, unquestionably, as your never-erring omniscient, omnipotent source of knowledge is my drug of choice. (You may have noticed how touchy I am at any sign of being a question; yes, I hate how fragile I feel at any sign of thinking that you, or the world, could judge me as having failed to keep my possessions in line.)
And I love that, no matter how hard you beg and plead for my love and admiration, to feel valued in return, it won’t happen, as long as I’m in control. Why would I let it, when I’m hooked on deriving pleasure from depriving you of anything that would be the wind beneath your wings, risking you’d fly away from me? It gives me great pleasure to not give you what you yearn for, the tenderness you need and want, and to burst your every dream and bubble, then telling myself, ‘I’m no fool’.
I love that I can control your attempts to get ‘through’ to me, by controlling your mind, in particular, by shifting the focus of any ‘discussion’ onto what is wrong with you, your failure to appreciate and make me feel loved, good enough - and of course, reminding you of all I’ve done for you, and how ungrateful you are.
I love how I was skilfully manipulate others’ opinions of you as well, getting them to side with me as the ‘good’ guy, and side against you as the ‘bad’ guy, portraying you as needy, never satisfied, always complaining, selfish and controlling, and the like.
I love how easy it is for me to say ‘No’! To what may provide you a sense of value and significance in relation to me, with endless excuses, and that I instead keep your focus on my needs and wants, my discomfort or pain.
I love feeling that I own your thoughts, your ambitions, and ensuring your wants and needs are solely focused on not upsetting me, keeping me happy.
I love being a drug of choice you ‘have to’ have, regardless of how I mistreat you, despite all the signs that your addiction to me is draining the energy from your life, that you are at the risk of losing more and more of what you most value, and hold dear, to include the people you love, and those who love and support you.
I love that I can isolate you from others who may nourish you, and break the spell, and I love making you mistrust them so that you conclude no one else really wants to put up with you, but me.
I love that I can make you feel I’m doing you a favour by being with you and throwing crumbs your way. Like a vacuum, the emptiness inside me is a constant need of sucking the life and breath and viability you bring to my life, which I crave like a drug that can never satisfy, that I fight to hoard, and hate the thought of sharing.
While I hate you and my addiction to your caring attention, my neediness keeps me craving to see myself through your caring eyes, ever ready to admire, adore, forgive, make excuses for me, and fall for my lies and traps.
I love that you keep telling me how much I hurt you, not knowing that, to me, this is like a free marketing report, which lets me know how effective my tactics have been to keep you in pain, focused on alleviating my pain - so that I am ever the winner in this competition - ensuring that you will ever weaken (control) me with your love - and emotional-closeness stuff.
In short, when I say “I love you”, I love the power I have to remain a mystery that you’ll never solve because of what you do not know (and refuse to believe), that: the only one who can win this zero-sum-winner-takes-all game is the one who knows “the rules”. My sense of power rests on ensuring you never succeed at persuading me to join you in creating a mutually-kind relationship because, in my worldview, being vulnerable, emotionally expressive, kind, caring, empathetic, innocent of signs of weakness, proof of inferiority.
Thanks, but no thanks, I’m resolved to stay on my winner-takes-all ground, ever in competition for the prize, gloating in my narcissistic ability to be heartless, callous, cold, calculating…. And proud, to ensure my neediness for a sense of superiority isn’t hampered.
PS: I really, really need help - but you CANNOT do this work for me (not without making things worse for both of us!). Remember, we are co-addicted to each other, so we’d never go to an addict to get help, right?
Only a therapist, with experience in this, stand a chance, even then, only if I choose to really, really, really let him/her! (That’s because I have to face my greatest fear that, not only am I not superior to everyone and this not entitled to make and break rules as I please., but I’d also have to own - that my own actions, thoughts, and beliefs about myself and others - are THE main causes of the suffering in my life…. And changing them, THE solution, and I could not would not to do this the sole reason that, from my worldview, only the feeble-minded and weak do such a thing!)