ABOUT A NARC VOL 1 CHAPTER 6

ABOUT A NARC VOL 1 CHAPTER 6

Dear Victim,

Things couldn’t have set themselves up more perfect.  You had hernia surgery and you were gonna be laid up.  I told you I was gonna get you back, and I got your ass, too.  I remember on the way back home, you picked up a cane so it could make it easier to walk around from the bedroom to the bathroom.  I was there when the doctor told you not to over exert yourself.  Yeah, I helped you in the house and to the bedroom, and you put your cane next to the nightstand on your side of the bed.  I watched closely and I figured out why you did it.  You did that because you wanted to easily be able to grab it if you got up to go to the bathroom.  I waited till you was sleep, and I moved it further away from the bed near the window.  You got up that morning wondering how the cane got moved.  I told you that you put it next to your nightstand.  You tried to tell me that you didn’t put it near the window.  We started arguing.  I will say, all of it made me feel good.  That rush that I was talking about.  Ain’t no other bitch gave me the rush that you gave me.  Moving that cane to the window gave me a rush; arguing with you gave me a rush.  I wasn’t through with you though.

Yeah you mentioned that I stopped getting in the bed with you.  You know about my job.  We had cases to work on, but nah I got off plenty early.  I was meeting up with this other chick.  Project bitch named LaQuandra on the Lower East Side of Manhattan.  I went up in her house, smoked a few Ls, and had some drinks.  Her house was a fucking mess.  She had three snot nosed kids that got in our way.  I came up there for the weed, drinks, and pussy.  The best part about it was I didn’t have to pay for none of it.  I ain’t never brought no fucking weed up in there.  I enjoyed going up there after work.  I could have gotten used to that shit.  Weed, drinks, and pussy.  I loved it all.  Yeah the bitch didn’t clean her house, but she gave me the other things that I liked.  Then as time went on, you started becoming a real bitch.  

ABOUT A NARC VOLUME 1 CHAPTER 5

ABOUT A NARC VOLUME 1

CHAPTER 5

Dear Narc,

Our wedding day was so blissful, at least to me.  I hired a minister to come to the house.  We had your boy and my homegirl as witnesses, and we officially got married...right in the living room.  It might as well have been a huge wedding, with four hundred guests.  Streamers everywhere in a huge church.  You were dressed in a black tuxedo with five groomsmen.  They were all wearing black tuxedos like you.  I was wearing my white bride’s dress and I had two bridesmaids on my side.  One was wearing violet, another was wearing pink.  It was a lovely day, but all I knew that I was marrying the man that I loved.  This man who treated me like the queen that I am.  After all, I kissed so many frogs before you found me.  Oh I just couldn’t be happier.  I was happier than when I married my first husband.  I was young, and I was looking for some type of stability.  Now my kids are grown and I’m older now, and I wanted a man to spend the rest of my life with.  I thought he was you.  I thought you were real.  I thought you were the one.  I finally found the man of my dreams, but instead I found a nightmare, and I know exactly the time that everything changed.

I went to the doctor one day and he said that I had to have hernia surgery.  It would put me out of work for three months.  So I followed my doctor’s advice and I had the procedure done.  I was on disability, and I was laid up in the bed.  My doctor told me not to exert myself too much; to take it easy.  That would be easy, right?  I had a husband who cared about me.  My husband would take care of me.  Boy was I wrong. Talk about switched up. You switched up like a motherfucker. Everything fucking changed. You stopped rubbing my feet like you did in the beginning; you stopped cooking for me; you even stopped getting in the bed with me. I was recovering from surgery and you didn't do shit to make it easier for me. You wouldn't help me to the bathroom. I mean the list goes on and on...

ABOUT A NARC VOL 1 CHAPTER 4

ABOUT A NARC VOL 1

CHAPTER 4

Dear Victim,

Remember when we were out with my boy and his girl at the restaurant?  They took a picture of  us together.  I was glowing.  I was feeling good as shit.  I had you.  You did everything, and you were in love with me.  I was trying to run game on you.  You just had what I needed, and I did what I had to do to get it, but Iike I told you before, this shit gets tired.  I get tired of going online and trying to talk to a whole bunch of bitches to try and make me feel good.  I do like the admiration I get from them.  I can’t explain the rush I got from talking to all those women; telling me I look good; sending me pictures of their pussy.  That’s all good right there.  The rush that you gave me, though, was much more than any of those others.  I really would have liked to just sat back and took it all in, but I didn’t.  I did chores around the house right?  I mopped the floors in the kitchen,  bathroom, and dining room.  I took the trash out, too.  I did my share.  In exchange, I had a roof over my head in a clean house.  You cooked me breakfast, and dinner.  I even gave you money to help pay the bills in the house.  Why?  You was wifey material.  You were the one that was gonna make me feel that feeling all the time.   Then it all stopped.  One night it all came to an end.

We were watching a movie.  It was about this woman who got with this dude.  She was sweet, nice, and did what this man wanted.  They got married, and then he started to see different things in her.  She started getting reckless.  She was having unprotected sex with different dudes in the alleys.  She demanded that her name be put on the bank accounts and the deed to their house.  You said that she was crazy; that she only married him for his money and what he could give her; that she never loved him.  Well that wasn’t how I saw it.  I saw it as she was trying to make herself secure.  He was her husband; she was entitled for him to take care of her.  At the end of the movie, she conspired with her new lover to kill him and get all of his money.  She got caught and went to jail.  You were actually cheering for that shit.  I wasn’t.  She was trying to make a life for herself, and we got into an argument.  The thing I didn’t like the most is that you didn’t agree with me.  You were supposed to see it my way, but you didn’t.  I don’t like when people disagree with me.  I know when I’m right, and I was right about this one, too.  You didn’t see that the woman was just trying to take care of herself.  He was making her feel good and then he didn’t when he found about her other lover.  It wasn’t nothing wrong with her doing what she did, but you had a problem with it.  What if I did that?  How would you feel then after everything I did for you?  Nah you was gonna pay for that.  I started thinking of ways I was gonna get back at you, but I had to wait.  I had to bide my time.  I had to wait until after we got married.   Once we got hitched, I knew I had you, then I was gonna get you.

ABOUT A NARC VOLUME 1 CHAPTER 3

ABOUT A NARC VOLUME 1

CHAPTER 3

Dear Narc,

Do you remember that evening in January?  I was tired from work, and you met me at my apartment after you left the gym.  The radiator heated up the entire house Not only that, you bought us Chinese food.  You had chicken wings and rice, and I had broccoli and vegetables, because you knew I was trying to eat healthier.  I always loved how thoughtful you were in that way, even though it was fake.  We sat on my couch, you slipped my heels off, and you just rubbed my feet so well.  It was otherworldly.  I felt like I wasn’t even there for that time period.  Then you starting kissing me.  You worked your way up my left leg, and at this point it started feeling blissful, and what started in the living room, we finished in the bedroom.  You didn’t have any condoms, and luckily I had some, but I found it odd that I had to tell you to wear one.  Anywho, we proceeded to make love that night.  It was different than the other times we had sex in the hotels that I paid for.  You made my body come alive.  I had an orgasm that was out of this world.  You had me at this point.   After our lovemaking, we both laid there butt naked.  I rested my head on your chest.  I never felt that secure in a long long time.  That’s how you made me feel.  That’s how good you were.  We talked about us being together; building a life together, and I had to have this feeling as much as possible.  I didn’t want this to ever end, so it was time to take the next step.

The day you brought your clothes here, it was official.  We were now living together.  I remember the day you moved into my apartment.  You saw how tired I was from work, and you just took it upon yourself to mop the kitchen and dining room floors without me having to ask you.  You just don’t know much I appreciated that.  I couldn’t get past how perfect you were.  You were everything I wanted.  My search was over.  I didn’t have to look any further.  Although I just met you around three weeks earlier, I just knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.  You were the man I was looking for.  My God, everything was just so perfect.  My sons were telling me to slow down.  It was too soon, but true love doesn’t have a timetable right?  I loved you.  I was ready to give you everything.  I wanted to make you happy, but you know what is said about something being too good to be true.  That’s what you were...one big fraud.  I gotta give it to you.  You worked me.  You had me in such a whirlwind that I couldn’t think straight.  You texted me just enough times throughout the day to keep me smiling.  It was all part of your deception; all part of your game...to reel me in like a large bass in the lake.  You were clever and crafty.  Bravo you sick piece of shit.

ABOUT A NARC VOL 1 Chapter 2

ABOUT A NARC VOLUME 1

Chapter 2

Dear Victim,

I remember that day; like it was yesterday.  I told that dude to stop calling you.  You were my girl now, and he needed to back the fuck up.  We never heard from him again, right?  I heard you the day before when you complained about Art calling you.  You see, I listened intently to everything you said.  

Remember when you said you wanted those pink Timbs?  You were in between pay periods, and I got paid that week.  We were walking down 23rd Street in Manhattan one afternoon.  You gushed when you saw those boots, so I bought them for you.  It was perfect.  I was trying to sweep you off your feet.  I also took note of everything you did...and liked.

I saw you on Social Media.  The perfect woman to give me what I needed.  Your pictures were full of smiles, trips, friends, family.  You looked like you were real happy.  Especially the one where you were at the homeless shelter.   A thick, voluptuous woman with a real giving spirit.  You weren’t the only woman I was trying to get with.  I got kicked out of my apartment.  I didn’t give a fuck about rent, bills, anything.  All I knew is that I wanted to find a woman who would meet my needs; do everything I wanted her to do.  So many times I got with bitches who worked in non-management positions at retail stores or fast food restaurants.  They were big women, out of shape, had at least three kids each, and lived in the projects, and they were beneath me.  

You know how I was built.  I had a nice fucking body.  I’m a delectable, chocolate dude, and you weren’t like the rest of them.  You were happy; you were giving; you were perfect for what I needed.  I thought you could maybe provide me what I needed for the rest of my life.  It gets tiring getting with bitches who don’t make me feel good, or I get bored with.  Your house was clean; you cooked; you sexed me.  I knew you could make me feel the way I wanted to feel and I could stop looking constantly.  And for a while, you made me feel great.  You made me feel like a fucking king.  

So yeah I remember that day I told Art to stop calling you.  We were on the way to the train and he called you.  I had to let his ass know.  After all, you belonged to me.   I wanted to wife you, but not because of your personality, looks, and what you did for me.  I didn’t care about you, I only cared about how you made me feel.  And that morning, you didn’t do what I wanted before we left.  You didn’t cook me breakfast.  I know we were running late, and you had to get to work, but who gives a fuck about your job?  I took note of that, and you were going to be punished for that.

ABOUT A NARC VOLUME 1 CHAPTER 1

ABOUT A NARC VOLUME 1
CHAPTER 1

Dear Narc,

I want to thank you.  I have not been filled with this much gratitude since I had my kids.  You have brought me to a place of peace, understanding, and forgiveness because of everything you did to me.  I should be hating you.  I should be cursing your name daily.  I should be angry and mad as hell for all the deliberate and calculated lies and deceit.  I accepted you in my life at a perfect time.  Remember Art?  Yeah I think you remember him.  When we first got together, he just wouldn’t leave me alone.  He kept calling and calling and calling.

You had just walked in the house from work that day.  You told me that you had a pretty hard day at the law office you worked at.  You said two of your clients were in court and you had to prepare for their trials.  I was off that day from work so I took the extra time to prepare you dinner.  I prided myself on the different dishes I could cook.  On that night, I made Japanese stir fry.  You were enamored with the aroma of the stir fry I cooked in my wok.  I cut up some boneless, skinless, grilled chicken; diced some bell peppers; sliced up some broccoli, cauliflower, tomatoes and scallops.  I seasoned it just right and we had dinner.  I loved cooking for you.  You deserved it in my eyes, especially after what you did the next day.  

While you were in the bathroom, Art called me on my cell phone.  He kept going on and on about wanting to get back with me, but I had you.  I didn’t need him anymore, not after all the abuse he heaped on me.  You walked in the living room from the bathroom and I was on my cell phone, telling Art to stop calling me, and I complained about it to you.  You didn’t say anything that evening.  We ate dinner, kicked our feet up on the coffee table, watched some television, fucked later, and went to bed, because we both had to go to work the next day.

The next morning, Art called again.  Once again he was harassing me.  Crying, begging, and pleading with me to get back with him.  You asked me for my phone, and you told him to stop calling me; that I’m with you now, but what rings out in my mind, is what you said at the end of that call.  I still get chills down my spine when I think about those words.  There was a look in your eyes, and you lowered your voice and said “You don’t wanna fuck with me.”  That was a glimpse of who you really are, but I overlooked it.  I didn’t think anything of it.  All I knew is that I was in love with you.  You were the man I was making plans with; growing old with.  I’ve always wanted a knight in shining armor; riding to my rescue and protect me from the big bad wolves of the world.  That’s what you did there.  I know you recall it.   You did exactly what I wanted you to do, little did I know that it was calculated.  You told Art to stop calling me not only because you know it would endear me to you, but it would further tighten your grip on me.