Yes, he might be. Who on earth knows at this point. I have really only had a concept of a narcissist for a couple of years. I have to say, I have given this some consideration, but it seems like he has made a bit of progress, which gives me hope. My gut says that he is not one, but I guess we'll see.
I do know he has no concept of how to have a healthy relationship. Given his background, that really comes as no big surprise. I know he is defensive and angry, but I dont know why. I know I do things that drive him crazy, too, but it does not seem to me that the things I do are worth the reaction they get. But then, he may see things the same way, that the shit he says to me is not worth the hurt I get out of it.
One thing I notice, there are two sides of everything. He thinks I am oversensitive; I think he is an emotional brick. He wants more space, I need more reassurance. He gets mad when I ask him for reassurance, but if he would give me the reassurance I need, I could give him more space. Yelling only scares me and makes me more clingy. But then, needing so much reassurance only makes him want more space. Oh, so complicated! How area we ever going to work this out!
Right now I feel like kicking him out of this house and telling him not to let the door hit him on the ass. I feel like, why bother. Its not worth the pain. This man is never going to change. I may never be able to change. I hate the pain and the uncertainty and the fear and athe obsessing over it. better to get it over now.
But the thnig is, I love this man. he is my sons father and the only man I have ever been faithful to. He was my best freind for eyars. THe night I tried to kill myself, he was the only one I would talk to. before we were a couple we were alwys the best of friends. this is what I was so afraid of when I agreed to date him. I was terrifeid of losing out friendship.
I am down here tonight because I wanted him to say something reassuring befoe we went to sleep. "I love you and we are going to do our best to work things out" would have sufficed. Instead I got a 30 minute tirade on what a clinging leach I am (my words, not his. He doesn't do metaphors.) Now I am awake, miserable, and weeping. I could have been asleep by now.
ANd yet I see his point, too. I just cannot let it go. I obsess about this issue constantly. I do it because I am scared and confused and hurt and frustrated. I understand why he has had enough of it. I don't understand why I have to talk about it all the time. No wait, that's not true. I do understand it. But I need to get a handle on that before it ruins my life.
in spite of all the good advice I have gotten on this board, I can't NOT talk about it. it is because I want so badly for him to say it iwill all be all right. I wan thim to make the pain stop.
I wan tot feel safe and Iwant to be protected and I want the fucking pain to stop
I am not effective at wotk, I am not a good mother, I am not good at anything right now, because I am so wound up abotu this and I just dont know how to get my emotions under control.
Oh, btw NSL, I met him when I was 17. We worked at Wendys together, He worked the grill and I did the cash register.