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The Reason I Fell for a Narcissist
The logic that makes us misinterpret the danger
I know exactly why I was crazy about my husband. I adored the way he treated people, especially strangers. How he took the time to ask a waiter their name and humorously banter with them.
Ironic isn’t it?!
How I mistook the signature charm of a narcissist for kindness and respect.
But it wasn’t the only time I misinterpreted my narcissist.
Narcissists camouflage well with other human beings.
We know this. We understand they’re dangerously inconspicuous. Without hesitation, I can acknowledge I knew nothing of the lurking beast. However, I did witness warnings.
I knew something was off.
There were anomalies signaling to me.
Little peculiarities nudging me towards doubt. I didn’t discard them. I didn’t enable them. I didn’t rationalize them. I didn’t even deny them.
I misinterpreted them.
Detachment from family. My husband made little to no contact with his family. It was sporadic at best and what I would call a ‘holiday household.’ Something I refer to as a family of obligation. You get together when you have to. But it was extreme. He never even thought…
