As I look back, I realize that the psychopath went out of his way to define me in disparaging ways. It wasnt only that he tried to insult me on occasion, but he continually worked at maligning my character, personality, body, soul, heart, and motherhood (did I leave anything out?). He tried to make me into a bad person so he could maintain control and have even more reason to insult me further. In reality, his definitions had nothing to do with me, and everything to do with him. Still, part of my downfall was that I stuck around and tried to prove him wrong, instead of running for the hills. Little did I know that, actually, he didnt care who I was, and there was nothing that could be proved one way or another, because he is a psychopath. By the way, dumbass really meant intelligence is unappealing. Crazy meant You caught me in lies but Ill blame you. No fun meant You dont want us to go out with my old girlfriend, and are ruining my triangulation game--which is the real fun. Fat ass meant I will destroy your self esteem, Since then, I did learn something beneficial from that dynamic and now apply the lesson to my life in general. I simply cannot allow such behavior towards me whatsoever. Attempts by habitual put-down artists to undermine me and others stand out as plain as day, because now I have a physical aversion to it, possibly due to post traumatic stress. Now, no one tries to make me feel bad about myself, via direct or passive aggressive methods, and gets to stay in my life. Ive actually kicked a few snot nosed friends to the curb, and I have NO REGRETS! NONE! The old me would have been riddled with guilt for tossing away someone who insulted me (backwards thinking), but I have zero tolerance for put downs these days.
Posted on: Wed, 06 Nov 2013 15:42:32 +0000
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