My story: Narcissistic abuse, where it all started.

I believe it always was there, I just could see it and never knew it was that particular type of abuse. Until I saw with my own 2 eyes what they were and still are both capable of doing.

As I was talking about how they met, and what their upbringings were, I did not mention how they ended up. Divorcing. It was so obvious that they would not last long. Two narcissistic people living together, marrying each other, It can never work. They will hate each other to the core so much, they will hold a mirror to each other and as I know what their kryptonite is, accountability, they will never like the reflections that will come out of it. Never. And it was the case. The child bearer was telling loud and clear how delusional the sperm donor was, for thinking the money she was making was his, and how special he was when in fact it was doing the bare minimum and bragging about stuff that any man could have had and were having while still being present in their children's lives. Cheating was certainly not something to be proud of, acting like it was normal was also not something to be bragging about or use against the woman you married and worse, in front of the children. But who can tell a narcissist he is WRONG? no one. They know everything and nobody can or should tell them anything. The capacity that this child bearer had to make her life such a misery for nothing was astonishing, I was beyond shocked at how an issue that was initially not an issue will turn to be such an extremely impossible mission to solve. Because she is never satisfied, never happy, never content and you have to take the blame for it whether you want it or not.

It started very early. It was always there and some people knew, not necessarily the actual term to describe it but the nature of the abuse, the actions.