Hi el,
Glad you're finding the posts helpful!!
But for whatever reason, the reasoning of a N still is just beyond my grasp.
Don’t feel bad if it takes you a while to really feel like you’re starting to get your head around the thinking of an N because there's some difficult stuff to grapple with here. So take your time and go easy on yourself (leave the N’s to do the beating up). Many people here seem to have an instinctive sense that something is/was wrong, but aren’t able to really put a finger on the source of the problem because:
- N behavior is often impossible to believe
- N’s are very good at ‘tricking’ people (they have to be in order to keep people in their supply spheres)
- it’s painful to realize that you are nothing to an N, especially one you have tried to love or from whom you needed love
- these ideas are offensive to people who are able to care for others
- victim’s of N’s often feel a deep sense of shame for having failed the N, for having been taken advantage of by the N…I know there are others, but the power of shame is a new topic for me
These are just a few reasons I’m aware of, and maybe others have more to offer. This isn't meant to be discouraging, by the way - just offering short cuts if I can.
On the subject of taking time, though, you may want to give your H some time, too, because he may be facing some of the same difficulties coming to terms with and finding better ways of dealing with his N family (sorry if someone else has already said that on the My Story thread). Maybe you guys could even work on them together.
Are you saying that a N is compelled to hurt people? Or is it just to extract supply? Are all N's sadistic?
I think Jacmac made a lot of valuable points in answer to this question, to which I just want to add this: They simply can’t see outside themselves. Period. They can’t ‘know’ anyone else except in relation to their own needs.
To give a funny and straight-forward example, my grandmother used to tell me what my favorite foods were, and oddly enough, they were always what she happened to be serving that night. I distinctly remember the night I learned that peas were my favorite food.

When I politely suggested that they weren’t, thinking maybe she’d gotten me confused with someone else (another big N thing), she helped me realize that I just didn’t remember that peas were my favorite.
Substitute peas with emotions and you’ve got a pretty scary dynamic – especially when it comes to children who are dependent on N’s.
Hope this helps.
Stay strong

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Wildflower