I was not the first one to see behind the narcissist’s mask, and I will not be the last. Others recognized him for who he was long before I came on the scene. Of the narcissist’s former flames and friends, I was only told the most awful things and, of course, that he was an innocent victim.
At first, when I attempted to escape the narcissist, his family and friends appeared to stand by him and claimed ignorance of any wrongdoing. After some time passed, they finally sought some version of the truth.
The craziest thing about the narcissist’s relentless pursuit of adoration is that everyone already knows the truth. Even the new girlfriend who lives with him right now knows there is something wrong – she just hasn’t hit her breaking point yet. When she moves on, he will simply find another one to continue the cycle.
A worn-out welcome is just another stepping stone in his trail of destruction in an attempt to claim something he can never have – authenticity.