We’ve been together since around 2006, no seriously, I lost track and can’t be bothered to check the dates. It had its usual honeymoon period as ya do, and then…well, there were so many signs, but after much research, I found out I was in a relationship with a covert narcissist.
This was 5 years ago and he is still here….they are clever and manipulative you see…oh, and he has no friends.
I reached the end, I really did and at the end of October 2019 I told him it was over. He begged, he pleaded, he cried (a lot). So being the soft touch these kinds of people aim for, I agreed to see if ‘I’ could see the error of my ways and that he could make it all ok again.
January 2020 and I tell him, no change, please leave. Nope, more begging and being oh so bloody nice. He even started counselling…all to enable him to better convince me that if I just ‘open my heart’, everything will be ok. It really won’t though, too little too late and to be honest, I am just not interested.
BUT…do you know what? The day before the UK Corona Virus Pandemic lockdown, I had taken legal advice and drafted my notice to quit.
Of course, now everything about him moving out for the time being has stopped. I mean, how can I kick him out of (my) house in the middle of a pandemic? What sort of person would do that? What would that make me look like huh?
Oh, and he’s a lorry driver so now he’s a fucking key worker!
The result is Mr Fucking Happy, so nice, lots of jokes, offering to help.
Whistling! I heard him fucking whistling yesterday!
He is like the cat that got the cream…
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