Puppet on a String – HG Tudor – Realizing The Narcissist


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Becky (an ex girlfriend) would flip to me and a few occasions say,

“I simply really feel like your puppet at occasions.”

I needed to look the opposite method as a result of I needed to snort. My nickname for her was poppet. She liked me calling her that. I used it right away once we first met. It was truly a helpful gadget as the opposite woman I used to be seeing, Susan, acquired that nickname from me too, however she was on the best way out. It meant I may name them each poppet and never combine up their names with the invariable histrionics that may ensue. God, I’m good.

What Becky had not realised that my calling her poppet was a corruption of puppet and each time I used it I’d be laughing inwardly and beaming outwardly. She thought I used to be simply smiling as a result of I used to be happy to be along with her.

That’s what it’s all about. Making you my puppet. That is my goal. That is the means to my finish of acquiring my gasoline from you. As you’ll little doubt turning into conversant in, the means at all times justifies the top. Accordingly, by making certain you develop into my puppet I’m within the optimum place to manage you to extract each drop of gasoline I can from you.

I want to manage you so that you just admire me once I need it. I want to manage you in order that I can pull the strings and make you jerk to my tune. I’m the puppetmaster.

To make you my puppet I interact on a two-pronged method. Firstly, I make you completely depending on me. I open the doorways and allow you to look upon heaven. That method you’re in awe of what I can provide you and also you need it, oh you actually, actually need it. Secondly, I’ll then take away each methodology of assist each actual and potential that you just would possibly depend on to try to recuperate your free will (household, associates, colleagues and so forth – I can be posting about how I do that by means of my slur marketing campaign in a separate publish) so that you’ve no one to show to. Thus, as you look on heaven entranced and enraptured, I’m opening the trapdoor to hell proper beneath your toes.

As soon as I’ve these strings hooked up to you we are able to start our dance. It’s lengthy. It’s exhausting. It’s harmful.

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