I, not wanting to fuel her narcissistic supply, shrugged my shoulders and said, “No, actually, I think you miss yourself more than I could ever miss you.” I waved good-bye as I got into my car, knowing it would be our last visit. My intent was not to hurt her, but to plant a tiny seed. Maybe it would someday sprout. Maybe.
She stood there in the parking lot clutching her Louis Vuitton tote with one hand, waving back to me with her other. I could tell she was slightly unsettled by what I had said and wondered exactly what I meant by it. If she looked down deep enough, she would figure it out.
Although it was the middle of June, I saw her wrap her arms around herself, briskly rubbing the outside of her shoulders as if a shiver had attacked her frail body. I imagined a leak in her shell releasing the coldness from within causing this shiver. Maybe, just maybe, the shell was cracking. Or perhaps she was just embracing her reflection.
I watched her disappear in my rearview mirror as I was suddenly overwhelmed with great sadness for her. She was alone in her world. I would no longer be a convenient ear for her meaningless chatter. No longer a comfort zone during her most insecure moments. My departure from her life would most definitely amplify her long list of lost friendships. As long as she holds onto her narcissistic patterns, she will always remain alone and wonder why.
I hope beneath the facade of her painful existence…she somehow finds inner peace and truly learns to love herself, not her reflected-self. I really do.
She stood there in the parking lot clutching her Louis Vuitton tote with one hand, waving back to me with her other. I could tell she was slightly unsettled by what I had said and wondered exactly what I meant by it. If she looked down deep enough, she would figure it out.
Although it was the middle of June, I saw her wrap her arms around herself, briskly rubbing the outside of her shoulders as if a shiver had attacked her frail body. I imagined a leak in her shell releasing the coldness from within causing this shiver. Maybe, just maybe, the shell was cracking. Or perhaps she was just embracing her reflection.
I watched her disappear in my rearview mirror as I was suddenly overwhelmed with great sadness for her. She was alone in her world. I would no longer be a convenient ear for her meaningless chatter. No longer a comfort zone during her most insecure moments. My departure from her life would most definitely amplify her long list of lost friendships. As long as she holds onto her narcissistic patterns, she will always remain alone and wonder why.
I hope beneath the facade of her painful existence…she somehow finds inner peace and truly learns to love herself, not her reflected-self. I really do.
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