Kind of have a friend that's narcissitic. She cares about others but ultimately believes that she is right about everything and everyone else is wrong and that her misery is all of everyone else's fault.
She sleeps on the couch all day and she is basically always on the living room couch and the living room is all hers and so is the kitchen and if she is on the couch, whether or not she is asleep, we must all be quiet or leave the room or she won't hear her news.
One day, I was talking to her son in the kitchen and she screamed at him for asking me questions. So I whispered the answer to his question to him and she screamed at us again for talking in the living room. She later gave me a half-hearted apology after she complained that I don't visit enough and I told her that I fucking hate visiting because she's a total bitch. I didn't stick around for her to give me the talk about how I don't understand depression and about how I am selfish for talking in the living room. I feel bad for her poor son, she treats him like an inconvenience. He's too young to move out as well, poor kid, living in the "ME ME ME MINE" house.
Has a narcissist ever apologized to you?
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Kind of have a friend that's narcissitic. She cares about others but ultimately believes that she is right about everything and everyone else is wrong and that her misery is all of everyone else's fault.
She sleeps on the couch all day and she is basically always on the living room couch and the living room is all hers and so is the kitchen and if she is on the couch, whether or not she is asleep, we must all be quiet or leave the room or she won't hear her news.
One day, I was talking to her son in the kitchen and she screamed at him for asking me questions. So I whispered the answer to his question to him and she screamed at us again for talking in the living room. She later gave me a half-hearted apology after she complained that I don't visit enough and I told her that I fucking hate visiting because she's a total bitch. I didn't stick around for her to give me the talk about how I don't understand depression and about how I am selfish for talking in the living room. I feel bad for her poor son, she treats him like an inconvenience. He's too young to move out as well, poor kid, living in the "ME ME ME MINE" house.