Bite Me

The Narcissist May Have a Nasty Sadistic Streak

For sixteen long years, my husband with NPD would randomly take my arm and sink his teeth in. It was never enough to draw blood or leave marks, but certainly enough to capture my attention. It seemed harmless and playful and mischievous and maybe even a little bit sexy. But I can honestly say that in all my extended stay on this planet, I have yet to bite anyone. Maybe I am missing out on some fun.

I always thought his lips looked like a camel, especially when he applied lip emollient, massaging it in by tucking his lips inwards and moving them around. In the beginning, he would put my fingers in his mouth and suck on them like a thirsty desert animal. But later, he would just bite my fingers, not nibbling and gumming them, but a nice sharp chomp. After all this biting, he would lean back and study my face for my response which became more and more muted over the years and tears.

In the beginning, I would get so frustrated by the weirdness of it all that in sheer exasperation, feeling in my gut that it was already too late to leave, I would perform a classic plank, just lying down flat on the ground wherever we were until I was seen and heard thus stopping the madness. Needless to say, it never stopped. Like a child’s tantrum, only silent and still, I just went to the ground on the sidewalk in front…