Weird things your narc did....Chime in!

Great post, I have so many. I laughed at your and Erali I have a similar one to you. When I met my N he had booked a trip overseas solo, we kept in touch and he came back 3 months later and called me that day to go out on a date. He told me he was going to work in London as soon as possible and that I should come, I said I would think about it. I told him I wanted to go and for about 4 months he never mentioned it again. I went on facebook one day and he had finally accepted my friends request. Some girls he used to live with had written "Can't wait to see you in 2 weeks" I was floored. He had booked his ticket and not told me. I confronted him and he made up some shit about frequent flyer points. We had been dating for about 6 months at this stage and were bf and gf. He then sent me an email telling me that we could go as friends, but not do everything together and not live together and maybe travel some places together MAYBE. I was gutted. So I said seeya later, booked a ticket overseas, booked a trip to October fest, 3 weeks in spain, croatia etc.....I told him and he said "I want to go with you, I thought we would plan some stuff together..." What a fruit cake!

He'd mail me second-hand things as gifts. Nobody's ever done that to me before. Once, it was an old, but really cool, jacket. I got a kick out of it! Sometimes, the items were old, like 5-10 years or more. Always something endearing, something that tied us, via common interests. I didn't mind, I'm as sentimental as anyone. I thought it was sweet, how he could relate to me, so I thought! I took it as a compliment, to have a neat piece of somebody's history in my hands. That doesn't happen everyday. However, I don't remember him ever actually purchasing anything, brand new, and gifting that. He probably couldn't be bothered to buy me something top of the line. That, or I suppose he couldn't afford to. It's fine, everybody's different. It was just a new thing to me.

Hi all - I can't even begin to tell you what comfort I take from this Board, however, I'm starting to think my narc might win all of the "how bad is your narc" prizes!! It's alright - I'm mostly recovered! In the spirit of the post - I just had to share....my narc showed up at my home (husband and kids inside) and declared the following: "I AM GOD AND U AND NO-ONE ELSE SHOULD FORGET THAT!!!!" I was enraged, but had to keep myself together, as he is the doctor that has truly pulled my youngest son out of the grips of autism - I am trapped and I know it. A mother will take any abuse in order to allow her child a normal existence! I also just lost my high level job on Friday because of him - please help, I know I need to post my story to explain all! Thank you fellow gals/guys!! I need your input!!

said the dumbest things to me, like i was smothering him because i wanted an intimate relationship,tried to leave me whenever things were going really well, tried to talk with him on a deeper level, impossible, treated me like a chair often when i came over to his place, felt like a prostitute without getting paid,sent me real juvenile cards for birthdays, he was like a child who never grew up into a man, so emotionally immature,stood in a crowd for my graduation and looked like a lost little boy, did not know how to mingle at all, the list is endless, had zero social skills

He told me one night that he was going away to Europe, and said that I should go with him. I didn't really jump at the opportunity, but I did think about it, and decided that it was actually feasible. I hadn't been overseas in ages, so I thought it would be fun. I told him I would like to go, the next time I saw him, and he said "Oh, no no no, I didn't mean come WITH me, I meant if you go and I go at the same time and we run into each other maybe we could grab coffee or something."

OK! My daughter was involved with the Narc for 3 months when it was Christmas time. She was quite excited that they would be able to spend quality time with each other. The Narc told her he could see her at 6AM on Christmas Eve, but could not see her later that evning...when she inquired why he said that he had "to be home in bed by 10pm for his SANTA PRESENTS". My daughter thought she had heard wrong and asked him to repeat what he said....yep she heard it right the first time. Realizing he was DEAD SERIOUS ABOUT SANTA PRESENTS (he is an 18 year old freshman in college) she bust out laughing. We all know the end of this one...he became enraged and gave her the finger for laughing at him. Yes, it was a wonderful holiday season. His mother blasted my daughter on FB because ALL OF HER FORMER TRADITIONS WERE BEING RUINED. HE IS 18 YEARS OLD....................almost 19 in 2 weeks. My daughter should have ran then....but nope had to go one more time around the mountain..........until the final D&D thanks for the great topic :)

but now that i think about it, I think ALL Narc's weird behavior is a simple precurser to their always sabotaging anything good or normal in their lives. When we moved to the "skankiest area in the city" cuz that was the only place i could find that welcomed our pittbull, he INSISTED that we load up everything we owned in the dead of night, under a huge tarp, so we could move it in without our neighbors (suspicious looking characters to say the least) knowing what we had. Made sense to me! Not one week later, he was inviting those VERY people in to our houses so he could show off the very stuff he "wanted to protect" from them in the first place. Ironic how some of those people ended up stealing much of it when he was arrested and I split....

He would march off and I would be expected to follow, like a dog on a lead. I was constantly running to keep up. One time I didn't see where he went, he just suddenly disappeared so I walked off in the direction I thought he'd gone and he had to come fetch me!

On a rainy day he spent half an hour with a mate driving around through puddles to splash people on the side of the road. He claims he was chasing down an old lady with a walker and also a mother pushing a pram. Sick and demented

The ex-Psych prof seemed to have forgotten his mask of sanity. -If his fellow professors called him by his first name, he'd give them the silent treatment. -Claimed to be vegetarian, but was caught off-campus eating a burger. Too bad the social media in the '90s wasn't what it is NOW. -Freaked out during the Q&A session after his first lecture, basically telling everyone to GO AWAY. -He's the ONLY teacher who's ever told me about his masturbation habit. -Disliked music with a passion, so to speak. I've never known anyone who couldn't discuss music;he's the ONLY one. My Narc grandmother loves old Broadway musicals;my former Narc boss had a range of interest in music. Talking to the ex-P about music was like trying to talk to a preschooler about non-Euclidean geometry. Probably isn't gonna work. -Was only TRULY happy when my classmates&I played "keep away" with his beret. -He was skittish about his writing being criticized. That's why he barely criticized mine. Then he wonders why he isn't published. There are those people called editors. -Once said in class "I want to be fat." Uh, WTH? -So paranoid that I'd read "War and Peace" my senior class read "Anna Karenina" instead. The intended target was not pissed off (tho that was the intent)... but a lot of my classmates were. -Claimed an interest in Wittgenstein. Would not discuss Wittgenstein. -He compared me to fictional female characters in "War and Peace"-Natasha, Lisa, Helene... rather than ex-wives/ex-girlfriends. -Threw fits if I ended calls with "have a nice day" or "have a happy evening." -Would snap "DON'T HANG UP ON ME!" -Would say in class, over and over, "Can you read that again, WITHOUT EMOTION?" -Couldn't stand seeing me happy. If your N could only tolerate you when you were happy, you were lucky.

but I guess i just didn't notice. But one of the most "telling" things he'd do - first to others, then more often than not, to me - was to text an "accusation" to whomever offended him, then immediately ignore their reply. During our last few months together he pulled the following on me: I finally had a couple of bucks and went to the second hand store to look for a purse, my phone was almost dead so i had it charging in my car. I was only in there for ONE HOUR. When i got back, i noticed I had three texts from him - in ALL CAPS (sign of aggression) wondering "where the fuck i was" "Gee, he thought i might like to go with him to ______(fill in blank) but he guesses now that i didn't even have the courtesy to return his texts. BLAH BLAH BLAH. This shit from a man who started not bothering to call me when he was out - often leaving me waiting for him cuz i had THOUGHT we had dinner plans - whatever. So of course, i immediately called him back - no answer, surprise surprise. So i LIT into him then via texts, i was SO PISSED. I forgot all what i said but i pretty much told him that he would end up losing everyone in his life who gave a shit about him, and would die alone. It didn't matter to me that i knew he wouldn't read those texts for a long time, i knew eventually he would, when he was bored or when playstation was down. When i got home, there he was, sitting in the front seat of our Buick, listening to Biggie Smalls (i'm a rocker, so go figure LOL). We glared at each other then i ignored him and started to unload my stuff. On my last trip to the car, i had to walk past him and he "jumped" at me playfully - we looked at each other and started laughing...Now i realize how BIZARRO my world with him had become. We never brought it up again - i think by that point in my relationship with him, i was too tired to do anything but let everything go...

The N. I was with for 6 years would often go to my office and wait outside...when I wasn't even there. One wintry night back in January, right before I left him...he called me around 7 or so, and I answered to let him know I was in a meeting at a client's house...told him what town I was in, and that I would call him when I finished up. I called him nearly two hours later, when I got home. It had begun snowing, to the extent that you would not want to go out on the roads if you didn't have to. When I called him, he answered on the first ring. When I asked him where he was, he told me he was waiting outside my office. When I asked him why he was there, he said he thought I might stop there on my way home. I had told him what town I was in, he knew my home was definitely much closer than my office and that my office was out of the way, not somewhere I'd stop on my way home, at 9 o'clock on a snowy evening. Weird, weird, weird. And silly me, thought this man must REALLY love me, for him to be sitting outside my office all alone, just in case I might stop there...

He exposed himself on the streets of a major Westcoast city. He was intoxicated.