DEAR NARC LETTERS

I think I have in my email box about 800 letters to the Narc...no lie!

I needed to purge and I really wanted to spew the venom and toxins he covered me with all over him.

I can say that despite 800 emails, there was no response really...the equivalent of a flacid penis if you ask me. Of course sometimes I was humored...the way a cat studies a mouse right before he's about to swat...other times I got "anger" but that left me even more frustrated as really - who the heck was he to be angry...he used those letters at times to play "victim" all in all it was bullshit and to this day, I can say, the NARC has no insight and that is because I could bang my head against the wall and he just can't get the insight even if he wanted to, even if he tried really hard to be "human" it won't happen.

This is the reality we all have to face.

When dealing with a Narc, we cycle through some very extreme and turbulent emotions.

I do not recognize that mad woman that once occupied the "new member" slot at the Path Forward forum and I am so very happy that I have found this site.

Some of the Veterans may be familiar with my "Dear Little Narcissist" letter. I am not posting it because I think it is a great letter. I am posting it to validate the newer members, and to show you that you're not crazy or irrational for feeling the way you do.

I cannot be the "pot calling the kettle black" so I will once again share this letter. At the time I meant every word of it. I am so relieved to be past the anger and the rage, but do understand it is normal, and we don't have to candy coat things. We need to feel our anger but find safe outlets to express it.

The Path Forward is a safe place to let it all hang out without fear of judgement or ridicule.

We get it and we're here for you...

Hugs:

And now I present, my moment of insanity put to paper:

My Dear Little Narcissist,

There is nothing more that I wish for you but that your world is filled with many experiences which will enable you to grow and develop into a real man and by default develop some empathy. I therefore cast out into the universe thoughts of your personal growth so that you may become a real human being and not just the empty shell you are that exploits, emotionally violates and uses others in the sadistic fashion of which you have grown accustomed. For that reason, I have been inspired to document my well wishes so that the universe will take care of your satanic soul...

I wish you a very long life...say to age of 105. By that point, you should be in diapers *crapping* on yourself, confident that by then, there will be no one left to wipe your *hiney*...an ironic twist of fate given the shit you've left others to clean up, and with it may you also have perpetual diaper rash.

I wish you an extreme, non-responsive to surgery case of hemorrhoids...not just regular hemorrhoids, but hemorrhoids that bulge so far out of your *hiney*, your pant size is increased due to the discomfort...and may they itch for all eternity.

I wish you frequent herpes outbreaks that spread all over your face so that when you look in the mirror, you'll remember that you are not always ahead of the game and somebody had one over on you - at least once in your pathetic, game playing con-artist lifetime. Nobody gets herpes from sharing a soda pop.

I hope that you never have any other choice in life, but to remain at your current place of employment...dead end jobs are the best for dead end people...and I hope that every day you work there, you continue to feel degraded the more they treat you like a "boy" incapable of finding better work, desperate and hence enslaved. Upon retirement, may they instead of a "gold watch" gift you with a used tuxedo.

I hope that every woman you try to con, is wiser than you and plays you better, leaving you feeling as inadequate as you really are because actually, the harm you do and the superiority you feel doing it is just a ploy...deep down you do know you have a small *appendage* and you aren't the best with personal hygiene.

I hope your ex-wife heals and actually meets a great man that can be a real father to your young child and that they are kept safe from your twisted demonic mind.

I hope you never get tired of being sick and tired....I wish you a desolate, poverty stricken, life where the only thing you can do is sit in that box of an apartment of yours - which I also hope is blessed with a bed bug infestation. May you be too poor to ever afford cable and may your only true friend be the rat that will inevitably make his way into your apartment once the winter comes. You can name him Wilson just like Tom Hanks did in Castaway.

I hope your next intimate encounter with either a man, woman or goat results in crabs! A new unknown species that does not respond to conventional methods.

Do know I want you to live a very long time through it all.

I hope all your children become successful and when your narcissism is in full throttle all prepared to take the glory, they publicly shun you for the piece of *fecal matter* you've been-having used them to make yourself look better and fully realizing that their father is a fraud.

I hope by now you only shoot blanks so that other children do not have to be brought into this world to suffer and women will at least be able to make an escape once you've driven them mad...the pattern is abundantly clear now - the only thing we have in common is YOU!

I hope all your teeth fall out and that you will never have the ability to afford dentures but instead must resort to self made chicklet implants on hot club nights with the buddies - desperate times require desperate measures.

I hope your hairline recedes halfway to the back of your head and you grow a really obscene hairy black mole on that gargantuan nose of yours so hairy, it will be hard to determine where the hairs in your nose begin and the hairs on the wart end!

I hope you develop an extreme case of Irritable Bowel Syndrome that is precipitated by simply looking in the mirror...Narcissists spend a lot of time there, so expect lots of burning *hiney* from reasons other than those noted above and...ahem...the alternative options you've explored, putting others at risk for AIDS.

I wish you a lifetime of incurable halitosis so that when you try to get cozy with some hot babe, she is repulsed by the noxious fumes that emanate from your mouth...in fact may she exclaim in horror! OMG...what is that horrible stench I smell?! Totally unaware that is not only coming from your mouth, but from the words you speak.

You make a good case for wishing abortion could be retroactive, but it is much more comforting to rest on the universe to settle the score hence you are one case where retroactive abortions would not serve to bring me joy.

It took a lot of soul searching but the only remedy is complete and utter disdain for such a lowlife such as yourself.

In your last dying days, I hope you find God...convert to Islam and really believe that you will get your twenty virgins. In fact, I hope you do!

I send out my last wish to the universe that when you encounter them, they're all transvestites with permanent 5 o'clock shadows, big crusty feet, hairy legs, love to play a sweaty game of basketball all day and are aggressive nymphos....

Be blessed my little Narcissist...

If you're feeling rage, and want to purge and get it out...feel free to use this thread to vent some...

Sharing with others allows us to feel heard.

When you send a letter to a Narc, you'd do better to shoot it at the wall in the form of a paper airplane.

That is about as good of a response as you will get.

I have 800 plus emails to prove that.

AND I have yet to meet or hear of a narc that is the exception to the rule.

Hugs!