Life is so full of ups and downs with this Narc. Friday he disappeared again, came home at 6.30am the next morning.
Saturday wasn’t too bad – he wasn’t home much. Sunday he went out again, came home at 3am Monday morning.
My mother recently died, and this bastard started to remove her things and she’s not even in the grave. I found the lawnmower, which I need to sell. Everyone knows living with a Narc leaves you penniless. And her outdoor furniture. And her outside light. Without asking….without telling, just took them. I got the lawnmower back and I’ve advertised it for sale. This will make my life more of a misery than it already is. I have to take it though….one day at a time.
He promised to help pay for her cremation. She left me on 14 November. Nothing has happened since. She lies in the fridge. She belongs home with me.
Edit and incerpt : INEXCUSABLE LIE : for 3 weeks after my mother’s passing, Narc told me that there was a problem with the death certificate and paperwork, so the cremation could not go ahead. Then I got a call from the funeral home asking me what the hold up was. What? There was NO problem with ANY paperwork – mom could have been cremated and returned to me within days of her death. Why would someone tell such a terrible lie? To what end? I cannot forgive this. And I cannot fathom any reason, no matter how sick, why someone would do this to me. She passed on 14 November, I finally got her ashes on 18 December.
I have noticed other special things going missing. And these are things I have only noticed now. He obviously knows that I want to leave. This will continue and there is nothing I can do.
I saw a comment on my Google account from a visitor who came to the lodge while I was away for a month. Took my breath away, although I shouldn’t be surprised, I guess. I will post it later.
Today, so far, is an okay day. Tomorrow I need to urgently renew my car and drivers license. We’ll see how far I get with that. He damaged my vehicle and said he would pay the excess. I can’t go for an assessment without these documents being renewed. Tomorrow. It seems he does everything in his power to bring misery to my life, and sits back and enjoys my pain. He knows I have only one day left to renew my documents. He’s known the deadline for months.
Yesterday I homed all my goats, broke my heart. He knows how much I loved them. He hasn’t said a word. Nothing. But he will punish me for that. Somehow. It is coming.
He’s made fun of me crying for the loss of my mother. Badly.
He let off two shots with his gun the other day after I took my aunt out for dinner. It scared me. And well it should. He is unstable and nasty.
I will get out of this place. He cannot intimidate me enough to stay. But he can surely scare me enough to spur me on.