Loyalty is a pledge that comes at a cost. What kind of person gives gifts and expects Servitude in return? All that person ever did was offer empty materialism, with expectations that the recipient obey, abide, and surrender themselves completely. God forbid you should ever return anything that was damaged or try to give it away to someone else. Every time I tried to refuse, I faced unnecessary acts of Violence: Their threats, physical abuse and explosive rage. Nobody deserves that - That's 100% narcissistic behavior with no shame.
This asshole held onto all their receipts to keep tabs on people. It was always about Them and never actually about appreciating the other person. Everything was transactional and performative nonsense. As if saying, “Check out these gifts that I'M giving freely, because I'M so Generous!” ... GROSS. What’s really wild was all of the times they called me an “ungrateful bitch” for not accepting their so called generosity. Not only do they guilt the receiver, but they degrade them too? I couldn’t accept another offering from someone so disturbing.
"How dare you deliver a package after everything that happened. I went full NO CONTACT and you still have the audacity to reach out like that. Just how Dense are you?! Did you really expect me to accept this, as if it were some Peace Offering? The moment I saw it triggered me as if I were looking at a ticking time bomb. I'm convinced whatever was in that package was just another Curse; a real-life Pandora's Box. Not letting that bullshit live in my house. Consider THIS the fastest Return-To-Sender. Take it all back and Go To Hell in a handbasket. You disgust me. Thanks for Nothing."
Sometimes people ask, "Why did you give away all of those belongings?" The answer is clear. When I removed myself from that toxic relationship, I vowed to let go of the physical things associated with such a repulsive person. Whether it meant selling, donating, or literally burning it down to the ground, everything had to go. It made zero sense to hold onto things that only remind me of the confusion and suffering I experienced. I did all of that with little remorse, and am infinitely happier not having to carry all that weight.
I think about Fight Club (1999) and something Tyler Durden said; "the things you own end up owning you." The sad part about Trauma is that it doesn't simply stop hurting. Even these days, when others offer me gifts out of the blue, I am able to accept, but sometimes receive with caution. I was once told, “don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.” I understand now that the gifts mean nothing if given without kindness. It is safe to say that narcissist is no longer on my timeline and I thank God every day for providing abundantly all that I need.
Talk about the things that no longer serve you - Good Riddance.
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This asshole held onto all their receipts to keep tabs on people. It was always about Them and never actually about appreciating the other person. Everything was transactional and performative nonsense. As if saying, “Check out these gifts that I'M giving freely, because I'M so Generous!” ... GROSS. What’s really wild was all of the times they called me an “ungrateful bitch” for not accepting their so called generosity. Not only do they guilt the receiver, but they degrade them too? I couldn’t accept another offering from someone so disturbing.
You know when a company offers employees something like free food, but management still ends up giving them the short end of the stick? - No actual compensation, but you do their bidding because you're their corporate slave. It sounds like a crazy concept, but sadly not uncommon. I feel like my experience resonates. Today I'd like to hold space for a former part of myself, because they didn't have opportunities to be vocal when they needed to. I'm going to honor them and let this be as Loud and Free as it needs to. Don't stop me now - Don't say I didn't warn you.
"How dare you deliver a package after everything that happened. I went full NO CONTACT and you still have the audacity to reach out like that. Just how Dense are you?! Did you really expect me to accept this, as if it were some Peace Offering? The moment I saw it triggered me as if I were looking at a ticking time bomb. I'm convinced whatever was in that package was just another Curse; a real-life Pandora's Box. Not letting that bullshit live in my house. Consider THIS the fastest Return-To-Sender. Take it all back and Go To Hell in a handbasket. You disgust me. Thanks for Nothing."
Sometimes people ask, "Why did you give away all of those belongings?" The answer is clear. When I removed myself from that toxic relationship, I vowed to let go of the physical things associated with such a repulsive person. Whether it meant selling, donating, or literally burning it down to the ground, everything had to go. It made zero sense to hold onto things that only remind me of the confusion and suffering I experienced. I did all of that with little remorse, and am infinitely happier not having to carry all that weight.
I think about Fight Club (1999) and something Tyler Durden said; "the things you own end up owning you." The sad part about Trauma is that it doesn't simply stop hurting. Even these days, when others offer me gifts out of the blue, I am able to accept, but sometimes receive with caution. I was once told, “don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.” I understand now that the gifts mean nothing if given without kindness. It is safe to say that narcissist is no longer on my timeline and I thank God every day for providing abundantly all that I need.
Talk about the things that no longer serve you - Good Riddance.
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We burst caged Fires
Few bags secure Dirt
Rage curbs few Tides
Beware Cursed Gifts
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