Why the Narcissist Ends Up Hating the New Supply Too
When you ask, “When do they look happy?” remember this: they look happy. That’s it—a look, a ran image, a filtered frame of fiction. That’s not joy; it’s performance. And you’ve seen that show before, haven’t you? They’re just switching co-stars, running the same script, changing the scenery. But you, you’re not part of the cast anymore. You’ve left the theater; you’re walking into daylight, into truth. You wear the trophy, not the prize.
Let’s lift the veil a little more; this may sting, but stay with me, because it’ll also set you free. Do you remember when you were their centerpiece? The smiles, the captions, the spotlight? You thought you were the dream. But what if I told you that display wasn’t for you? It wasn’t even about you. It was a message aimed straight at someone else—someone who came before.
Because that’s the narcissist’s favorite move: turn the new into a weapon for the old. You were shown off like a trophy, but not because they saw your worth. It was all to strike a wound in someone else. And if you listen closely, if you rewind the tape, you’ll remember how they spoke of their ex—dark, cruel, slanderous. Called them crazy, abusive, toxic.
But now that you’ve been through the fire, can you see it? Can you see that maybe, just maybe, that toxic ex was someone like you—someone who gave too much, loved too deep, and finally cracked under the weight of confusion? The narcissist doesn’t tell stories; they spin illusions—not for truth, but for sympathy, for control—to keep you hooked while they wrote your name into someone else’s tragedy. You were the mirror they couldn’t face.
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