I didn’t understand it in the beginning, why the narcissist insisted on lying about things that didn’t matter. Our first baby was due the day before his paternal grandfather’s birthday, but the narc insisted we tell everyone the due date was on the same day.
Our baby was born the day after his falsified”due date,” and the narc was disgusted with me. You see, it was my fault because I asked for pain medications during labor. If I’d stuck with his natural childbirth preferences, everything would have worked out according to his plan. I ruined everything.
Once, while we were standing in the checkout line at Wal-mart, the narcissist answered the phone claiming to be a doctor. At this point, he was still completing his master’s degree. When I asked why he called himself a doctor, he just hung up the phone and refused to talk to me.
Flash forward ten years later and an online doctorate (not medical) degree in hand, his whole identity was held in the title of “Doctor.” He is now living with someone who has a young child, and even this poor lad is instructed to address him as “Doctor.”
His online doctorate degree gives him no more money or authority in his field. In fact, anyone who takes a training seminar for a few hours qualified to do his job. It’s no different than buying a vacuum from a Doctor of suction or a used car from a Doctor of sales.
His whole world is fragile and held up on falsities that a tiny nugget of truth could quickly destroy. That title is everything and nothing at the same time. The narcissist is blameless, an unfortunate helpless victim of everyone but himself.
