In time the Rockies may crumble
Gibraltar may tumble
They’re only made of clay
But our love is here to stay
Excellent post! It looks like the army of those who simply won’t take it in silence any more just keeps growing.
The Ones that don’t know them (those that love them) and those that KNOW THEM (and can’t stand them).
Talking to another victim of the narcissist that abused me last evening made me realize a few things about narcissists and their 2 very opposing camps of people in their lives.
The narcissist guards these camps like a prison guard. Making sure that the two camps have NO INTERACTION. Theyll build a wall so high that the dupe won’t see past it: the other camp is described by the narcissist as “crazy, bitter, revengeful, jealous, harmed the narcissist and still wants to harm them.” The tales they’ll spin to build that wall, is unbeknownst to the new target, a PRISON that will soon cause them to feel trapped and lifeless.
The narcissist knows with dire fear, that their gig is up if the duped person begins to believe…
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Hello. You must be a doctor…and this must be a hospital.
Oh! What did I do wrong? I must have murdered someone! That’s it! But who?
I’ve known so many strangers in my life. I must have killed them all!
I guess that’s why I don’t have visitors.
Your honor, I’m sure I have some sort of doctor or therapist —
Unless I killed him too.
Is this a hospital?
Are you a gentleman caller?
Is it day or night, it must be one of the two?
You ARE a Lawyer and you’re defending me. You’re a defense attorney.
Please tell my doctor that I didn’t mean to kill ALL of them—If he’s still alive.
You’re honor—allow me to appeal to your common sense and aristocratic good will.
You ARE a Southerner…Aren’t you?
We ARE in the South…Aren’t we?
This IS a hospital…Isn’t it?
I CAN count on your strange kindness…Can’t I?
Why is everyone staring at me!?
If looks could kill I’d have killed everyone by now.
And I guess I did.
Which brings me back to the subject of visitors your honor…
Robert Goldstein <c> 6/2/93