The narcissist realizes they made a mistake when they lost you 

When they can’t control you with shame, seduction, or manipulation, they resort to cruelty, to dominance, to deprivation—because it’s all about power. And the truth is, they have none within themselves. That’s why they hold on so tightly to controlling others, their chaos wrapped in flesh. But when you finally detach, when you truly let go, everything changes. You didn’t just walk away; you rose. You began healing. You started living—truly living, like you were never meant to survive on scraps. And that’s when the narcissist was forced to look at you like a stranger because you were never who they thought you were. You were better; you were always better.

There’s something about this moment that catches them off guard. They’re in disbelief, grappling with the sight of you flourishing when they thought you would fall apart. You weren’t supposed to thrive—not after everything. They believed you’d remain fragmented, waiting for their return, clinging to their absence like a silent promise. The plan was simple: leave you behind without closure—a forgotten page in their story. But instead, you rewrote it, and they didn’t see it coming.

The truth is, they never really saw you at all. Even when you laid it all bare—heart exposed, trusting in their gaze—they turned away. And now, they’re left in a fog of confusion, still blind to the real you.

Here’s the part that often slips through the cracks: the rejection you felt from the narcissist had little to do with you. It was familiar, wasn’t it? That cold detachment, the distant eyes? They’ve known that feeling all too well—even long before you crossed paths. Someone long ago told them they weren’t enough, and instead of healing from that, they built armor, a facade—not just one, but a whole arsenal of faces, all crafted to hide the truth they feared to confront. Rather than look inward, they turned their discomfort outward on you. They projected the very hurt that once scarred them, rejecting what was real, punishing what was pure, twisting love into something hollow, something to be feared.

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