This one’s for those of you who have a religious bent. When it eats at you, look at it this way … they may look like they’re having a great time but in all reality, they’re “kicked out of Eden” and their efforts are futile. Their life us not Camelot as much as they want to think it is.
It’s tempting sometimes to feel like you got the short end of the stick …. the raw end of the deal. Probably the reason you feel that way is because (unlike the sychophant who caused such damage and moved on without so much as a pang of remorse), YOU are perpetually stuck in the here-and-now cleaning up and dealing with all the collateral damage the narcissist left behind as he/she flitted off to pursue their new life and indulge their every whim.
Regardless of how it SEEMS at this moment in time, there IS coming a day of reckoning. Rest assured, that he/she has not “gotten away” with anything.
Just like you were left alone with no support and no one to help but yourself, your narcissist will eventually get old, ill, and will someday be forced to play that chilling solitary final hand of cards: Death/Aces Low. The ultimate insult to his/her ego and false self.
If you’re at all like like me, you believe in the Christian perspective of life after death and a Great Hereafter. I believe that there in that time and place, there will be perfect justice meted out. However, by that time, you and I will be past our pain and even we won’t be calling for vengeance any more. However, it will be stockpiled and right there waiting for him/her nonetheless. That will be a sad day indeed.
Sad because, having used their life only to selfishly take all their liberties in advance, and having not invested anything in developing character for the after life, no one will be stepping up to rescue the Narc. Rather, he/she will be forced to look at themselves up-close-and-personal on The Big Screen as it all is replayed for all to see.
Unlike you and I, who faced raw-deal reality and paid the high price to learn lessons here, he/she will have to face theirs there. There is no free ride for any of us, not even for your Dearly Departed Narcissist who may APPEAR to be getting away with their plans and living the high life.
And besides, even if your ex Narc still has a shred of conscience and knows (deep down inside) that he/she will ultimately have to come to the end of the road and face judgment for their deeds and cruelty, they still are living their lives so self-absorbed that rather than humbling themselves and apologizing. they simply continue to kick the can down the road, whistling like a scared child in the graveyard, telling themselves and everyone around them to let them go and then “Wake Me Up On Judgment Day”.
Note the irony here? Despite treating people despicably, the Narcissist still deludes themselves in that they think they’re going to “hear Golden Trumpets play”. NOT!
That is, not unless they make things right, and do all they can to make restitution for the damage they caused others. (But then, I’m not much of one to believe in the veracity of deathbed confessions though.)
Keep walking on.
This is a song that reeks of Narcissism (in this case female narcissism). This song is dedicated to anyone whose husband has run off with an old girlfriend, or took up with another woman with money. To borrow a blog poster’s remarks to another board poster whose husband had left her for a woman with money, her response is worth sharing here regarding this song:
As for karma, their karma is being them. If you think for one minute that The Other Woman doesn’t know she bought your ex-husband’s love, you are wrong. She knows he is nothing more than a gigilo, available to the highest bidder. You better believe that she watches his every move to make sure he doesn’t find someone with more glitter. He is a prisoner of her money and has to dance to whatever jig she is playing. Sure, he’s got to pretend that everything is great or else he runs the risk of the pissing off his keeper. When she tells him to jump, his only reponse can be, “How high?”
Turn it up loud and switch to full screen for the full effect.
Show’s Over Folks. Go Home.
Life imitates art sometimes. At one time or another, we all are tempted to revisit our pasts and reopen old wounds, even when we know we shouldn’t.
A few years ago, I did just that. I went back to my home town where I’d lived for several decades with my husband … that was … until he up and ran away with his old high-school girlfriend (with no warning). I had driven back there out of pure morbid curiosity, even though I knew “that” life was over … never to be resurrected. But we do wax nostalgic sometimes when it’s a slow news day. LOL Thankfully, when we do stupid things … sometimes a Higher Power watches out for us and acts to quickly give us a nudge. This is what happened to me that day.
Ironically and very eerily, as I exited the interstate and neared my old neighborhood, this Tom Petty song began playing on my car stereo. The lyrics jumped out at me, as jarring as the megaphone of a movie director trying to get an errant actor’s attention. It was surreal, the song was precisely narrating where I was and what I was doing.
As I turned onto my old street, I got goose-flesh and the hair on the back of my neck stood straight up as I heard… “Stop walking down my street” … and … “Who do you expect to meet? Don’t come around here no more!”
I knew right away that a Presence (much greater than me) was telling me NOT to romanticize anything about my past, my ex husband, this town, or any of the people it represented. Karma had intervened and I had been graciously set free from a life and a marriage that, as it turned out, been plagued from the start.
Giving an acquiescing “mia-culpa” nod of surrender, I terminated any further indulgence in human curiosity and turned my car around. As I did, my eyes were drawn to the parking lot of a nearby church where several large bouquets of BLACK balloons were being released and had started rising above the roof line.
DOUBLE confirmation that my husband and this town were to be deemed dead to me. I turned off the engine and watched reverently an silently as if I were waiting for a funeral procession to pass. When the last few balloons had drifted out of sight, I restarted the engine and left.
Certain that I had been given two distinct “signs” of confirmation that I was to close the lid on the coffin of nearly 30 years there, I left that city with a much lighter heart. From that day, the hurt and anguish that I felt (having been abandoned with no notice) began to improve steadily and has to this day.
Sometimes when we are living too much in our own heads and/or fall victim to the tug of our hearts when it’s not what’s best for us, we get sent a little extra help.
Many thanks to my guardian angel. Sorry about taking you on that detour. (wink wink)