See, that’s the ultimate loss for a narcissist. It’s not just about you leaving; it’s about you leaving and never looking back. Because let’s be real: they never wanted to love you; they wanted to own you. And if you’re still keeping an eye on them, still wondering “what if,” still holding on to some broken fantasy that they’ll change, they still own a piece of your mind. That’s what they want; that’s what they need.
But when the door slams shut, when the supply runs dry, when the well is bone dry and you finally walk away, they panic. They spiral. They try every last trick in the book—love bombing, apologies, playing the victim, trying to make you jealous—anything to get a reaction. Because to them, any reaction is better than nothing. And if that doesn’t work, they slither back into the shadows, watching, waiting, hoping for a crack in your armor.
But here’s the truth: there is nothing left to fix. They shattered it, they broke it, they burned it down, and they knew exactly what they were doing. So when the time comes—and trust me, it will—when they creep back in trying to test the waters, don’t bite. Don’t respond. Don’t give them anything. Because the moment they realize you’re gone for good, that’s when they really lose.
Reconciliation? Dead on arrival. The narcissist had endless chances to step up, prove their worth, and treat you right. And what did they do with those chances? Tossed them away like yesterday’s trash.
Loyalty—the lifeblood of any relationship—once shattered, doesn’t magically piece itself back together. And the narcissist knows it. That’s why they scramble, plot, and scheme to claw their way back into your mind. Because the version of you they lost—the one who believed their lies, excused their behavior, and bent over backward to fix things— that version of you is gone.
They can beg, they can bait, they can show up with their sad little eyes and carefully rehearsed apologies. But the truth is, they don’t want to make things right; they want to make sure you never move on. They need you stuck, doubting, replaying the good times in your head, thinking maybe, just maybe, there’s something left to salvage. But there’s nothing left.
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