Why the Narcissist Ends Up Hating the New Supply Too
Let’s go even deeper, because even when the narcissist touched you, whispered promises, and laughed at your side, they weren’t all there. You thought they were present; they’re not. But their mind was still chasing ghosts, still obsessed with the one who got away. You were loving them in the now, but they were living in the past.
If that former partner had sold, if they were the kind to forgive endlessly, to love fiercely, to challenge gently, oh, they haunted the narcissist like a storm that never left—not because of love, but because of loss of control. That’s what scars a narcissist; that’s what they can’t recover from.
And if you were that empath, if you were the one with softness and steel, with insight and warmth, then let me tell you something that’s going to echo forever: they will never forget you—not because you were convenient or easy, but because you were real. You were the mirror, and you showed them a glimpse of what they could never hold on to. You were the light that burned too honestly, and light like that terrifies a shadow.
That’s why they ran—not because you were too much, but because you were too true. So when they left you for someone else, they weren’t moving upward; they were reaching for less, something easier, something dimmer. Because that’s what monkey branching is—it’s abandoning depth for control. No, it’s trading diamonds for sand just to avoid their own reflection.
You were the fire they couldn’t handle. That’s why the mirroring failed. That’s why their love felt hollow in the end—because every time they tried to reflect your light, it exposed their darkness, and that made them sick with self-hate. First, they blamed themselves; then they turned that blame towards you; and then they vanished, ghosted, jumped to the next among them—not because you failed, but because you reminded them of what they’ll never become.
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