#themonster

A Summer with a Narcissist

It started as everything she had wanted.

Weekends together, watching their favorite shows on thursdays,

Endless laughter and smiles.

One month in, it all began to change.

He started to press her daily about moving in with him.

Weekends turning into nights on the town.

Just happening to run into each other while out. But he knew she was vulnerable.

At the end of the night, she’d end up in his bed, like she always did.

He said it’s where she belonged.

Every day she found herself in tears.

He started to change the way she dressed. Not for himself, but so no one would look at her.

A hoodie and jeans he deemed okay, even in the late summer.

She walked into the small town bar one night.

Him dancing with someone she didn’t recognize.

She ignored it as she made her way to the bar, she needed a tall drink.

That drink to be knocked over and spilled on her.

An apologetic man, offering to buy her another and asking for a dance for spilling her drink.

She politely declined. But to no avail, her guy was on the other side of him.

Not hearing her decline his offer.

All she felt next was his hand slapped across her face, across her newly pierced lip that he made known he hated.

She stormed out, needing to breathe, needing air, and to gather what just happened.

An hour later, everyone descends from the bar.

Two girls she’s seen before, stopping to tell her that her guy was behind the bar, and trust them and just go look.

By the time she arrived around back, he was alone. Fixing his pants and wiping his mouth.

She was done.

Trying to leave the parking lot, she was ambushed.

Learning he was still married, and not yet divorced.

Pointing the girl out he had just pleasured moments before.

Grabbing her arm to stop her, he was apologizing for the slap to her face.

That he didn’t like when she spoke to other guys.

Always assuming she was going home with someone else every night.

You would think she would have learned by now.

But she was naive.

She knew the narcissistic monster would win, again.

But that night, she stood her ground.

For just that night, she felt free.

But she wasn’t free of his grip on her, not yet.

-RB