Now Phoenix, that was a most excellent post! Lemme see if I can follow your instructions:
"You are the kindest, gentlest and most truest person in our loverly world!"
hehehe
When the X-husbaNd was doing the ol' D&D (devalue and discard), he was projecting all over the place though I didn't understand it at the time.
O, I was used to the normal projection that we all do. Like getting mad at our kids for not making their beds simply because we never make ours. We even learn as children that 'What You Say is What You Are...nanner nanner nanner!"
But when my own hubbie was switching from one woman to another, his projection was blatantly crazy-making. That's because I didn't understand pathological narcissism...welp, now I do.
So here's how it was back five years ago:
He was secretly sleeping with another woman, plotting to move in the house as soon as I was done with the remodel. Figuring out how to avoid paying spousal support even after three decades of marriage.
So he takes off for the week-end with his main squeeze and returns the following Monday since his work clothes were still in our bedroom closet.
He goes out to do something (I can't recall what) and I start rummaging through his carry-on bag like a crazed fishwife. Checking for godonlyknowswhat and hoping I'd not find a thing. But I did.
In his bag was a paper that looked for all the world like something he had written while in conversation with Ms. HuffnPuff.
It said, "CZ is a manipulator and a con. CZ is CAPABLE of ANYTHING!!! Be CAREFUL!!!"
The facts at the time of my husband's distorted perceptions were these:
I was fidel.
I was a homemaker.
I was nice as Doris Day and funny as HowdyDoody.
But what I was not, was a con artist, a manipulator and a selfish Bipch.
He was talking about himself and didn't even know it. That's what so baffling about unconscious defenses. He Believed His own lies...and most likely, so did MS. HuffnPuff.
Nobody believes a lie more than a Narcissist.
Truth is, being afraid of me was like being afraid of a lop-eared bunny on Xanax. The person he really feared, was himself.
So there ya go. I have been through this before and it's far less traumatic than it was five years ago when I'd never even heard of NPD.
Hugs all,
CZBZ