The word has lost its meaning to me: Today, a flying monkey called me, the scapegoat with lifetime of trauma, a ”narcissist”
Why? Because I do not fit their mold.
She doesn’t pause to think that she married into our family and for some reason (her husband) feels like she has the right to speak to me like this. I’m a man. My brother is a man. His wife is a woman. His wife married into our family. His wife has the audacity to define my life.
Obviously, she’s getting the ideas from my POS brother, but she doesn’t reflect on this yet.
She called me, with good conscience and insight into the topic: a ”narcissist”. Entirely because I’ve grown into basically being NC and focusing on myself and on people that aren’t them.
Her husband dresses up in three-pieces and talks trash about everyone. His younger brother was suicidal at age 12. We’ve made it this far. I’ve become independent. For some reason, she feels bad about this and now this makes me, in perfect conscience, ”a narcissist”.
The word doesn’t mean anything to me anymore.