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.