Has anyone tried to figure out how much time they spent dealing with the Narc in their life?
A few years ago, I did a “co-dependency” log. Every time one of my “friends” or family, or my Narc Dad called me for emotional dumping then I logged it into my journal how much time I spent doing this.
Then I logged how much time other people emotionally supported me.
I was shocked. Talk about wasted time!!!
Sometimes it would be 2-3 hours per day on the weekend and I had about 10 emotional dumpers. Meanwhile only a few people would actually call to ask me how I was doing. No wonder I never had time to schedule a dental appointment or go to the gym.
During the week, I have a long work commute so I would usually get a call from a co-dependent because she knows she can dump on me for at least an hour.
Things came to head on 2005 on my birthday when two of my so-called best friends left 5 minute messages on my voicemail about their boyfriends and didn’t wish me a happy birthday (even though they knew it was my birthday).
I guess this is where I hit my co-dependency bottom.
I set a clear rule for myself: No more than 10 hours of co-dependency per month.
The month started on the 1st. If my Narc Dad called on the 2nd and wanted to talk about how it is unfair that his girlfriend is mad at him just because he cheated on her and took up an hour of my time then I wrote it on my co-dependency log. If a leechy friend called to bore me about some stupid designer outfit they bought or their pot smoking boyfriend without asking me about my life then I logged it in my journal.
Usually by the 7th I hardly picked up the phone because I had already ate up my 10 co-dependency hours.
I could believe how much more time I had after the 10 hour rule. It felt like everyday had a few more hours. I had time to do little things like clean my closet, get my car washed.
By the end of 2007, I dropped the leeches/friends altogether so I don’t do anymore co-dependent logs.
I no longer talk to my Dad because besides being a Narc thief, he is just a womanizing, vain, rich, bore. I mean how long can I listen to his stories about playing tennis. I have no beef with tennis, but his tennis stories are really boring. I couldn’t believe how long I was spending with someone so boring.
I am kind of a practical person so somehow logging in the hours I spent being a co-dependent was helpful for me.
Nat