Believe it or not, I am often asked about my story. But I don't tell it. There are several reasons, but here are the two most important ones.
First, most of the narcissits I know, or have known, or know about, are probably still alive. Even these creeps have a right to privacy. Plus, innocent people associated with them could be damaged by publically exposing them. Besides, that isn't the purpose of this site.
And neither is telling my own story. I see nothing wrong with such a blog or website, but that isn't what this one is for. It's stated purpose is it's stated purpose - nothing more, nothing less, and I write under my real name.
Yet there is no reason to keep secret that my father was a malignant narcissist. He died a few years ago.
I was called over to be there when the coroner and priest arrived. I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Yet, strange it seemed that his body sitting there in the chair where he died, looked human in death. I responded to that.
In fact, for some strange reason, everyone else got up and walked out of the room. Like they forgot it was there. Like it was something to just leave laying around.
I dare say that I was the only atheist on the premises, the only who had hated this man on the premises, and yet the only one with enough respect for the presence of a dead person's body to sit respectfully with it until the undertaker took it away.
Respect - you know, that something he never had for anyone he wasn't scared of.
Finally the priest got around to saying something to Frank's offspring. "Well, we know we don't have to worry about where your father is now," he said, "because surely he is in Heaven."
That almost did it. I'm normally a thoughtful person, but I nearly lost it this time. Before I knew it, I was giving that priest a wondering double-take and had my mouth half open with these words on my tongue:
"Frank is just lucky there is no God, father, because otherwise he'd be getting his ass singed about now."
But I caught them. The man was dead, this was somebody else's house, and I didn't have to correct the fool in black, who thinks he knows enough to judge people just from the way they act in a pew.
But that's what happens when somebody tries to steal my past by imposing a false history on my life: you are going to hear me ANSWER your falsehood with the truth about Frank loud and clear.
Otherwise, I never have anything to say about the guy.
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