Eight years then it’s time to shuck-a-narc.

During the first week of February 2016, I knew that it was soon going to be time to shuck-a-narc.

I had worked for Mr. Narcadoodle J. Boss for nine years.   Seven of those years I spent working from home without excessive contact by phone or in person.  He paid me well as his content writer so I tolerated his idiosyncrasies without resentment.

I had several years of functioning as wonder vendor and I had produced a high quality narcissistic supply for Mr. Boss for a long time.

In July 2014, Narcadoodle J. Boss must have realized that my expiration date was coming up.  Maybe when we met for lunch on January 2, 2014 he caught a whiff of  my narcissistic supply rotting.  Perhaps with his preternatural narc powers, he unscrewed some lid or valve on my supply, and sniffed me like an out of date bottle of milk.

I believe that it was stamped on me with invisible ink in specific terms that only narcs can see without a black light to hold over it.

Based on his behaviors, his  “Narcissistic Supply:  Best if Used Up, Ground Up, and Shoveled into a Portable Toilet by August 1, 2016” date was coming up.  It was time to move me off of the “Prime Supply” shelf and drop me into the trash bin.

Remember, after reducing my hours at a full-time job with benefits to jump at this opportunity with this awesome small business owner, I started working for Narcadoodle on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Fridays for half a day during the week of July 4, 2014.

On July 14, 2014 he flashed me a glimpse of his dark side.

Two years later on July 19, 2016 his contempt had become terrifying.  He threatened me and raged at me so horrifically by phone that I would have called the police if his location had not been 100 miles from me.

I terminated the relationship on July 20, 2016.

Good-bye, you stinky old empty suit.

You are nothing more than a pathetic shell of a man.  I would print all of this off and send it to you  but sadly, you can’t even understand how terrible your perception of life is.  I’m sad for the little guy who was obviously injured emotionally as a child, or never required to behave.  Not sure which it is.  But, you are  a mean and terrible person now.

You cracked me up when you said I would miss the money your work afforded me.  I don’t think you thought that through.   Your money suffocates and controls…strings are always attached.

Without your money, I’m free.

I can go to work anywhere and make money.  Maybe never as much, but there is no where you can go to duplicate me.

I will never offer you assistance or conversation again…nothing. Money can be made by anyone willing to work, I can earn money,  but you can’t earn me.

There’s no place else to get a supply of my fondness for the fake you or the friendship that I offered you.  You squandered it all and you’re too messed up in your thinking to ever understand what you continually lose in your life.

Your daughters don’t want anything to do with you.  You think you are really showing them something by controlling them or sending them out of your life.

You lost a great wife and she lives on another continent.

By the way, your grandson looks just like you, Narc Boss.  I saw him on Facebook.  He is a precious little boy with a beautiful sister.  He is a carbon copy of you…it’s just as well he lives in the country where his father has taken him to live than to live with you, a cruel soul crushing jackass.

There’s lots more meat on the bones of this story.

Stay tuned.