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“Ding Dong, The Witch is Dead”. . . Now What?
The Narcissist Was Always Dead, and Then They Killed Us
I am the killer of people. And ask for your giveness,
Because of this thing! Because of this thing!
That’s in me. Is it not in you? Is it not your problem?”
— Jane’s Addiction, August 1988 Nothing is Shocking
Can You Come Back from a Double Homicide?
The worst part about being ruthlessly murdered in cold blood is knowing that the same person sliding that smooth blade into your chest is the same person who gazed into your eyes during intimate moments and swore their love and allegiance for ever and ever.
The whole thing was a filthy sweet lie.
And for a while, I think even they believed it, too. You were so thirsty for the love you never had. They were so hungry for the love they never had. The narcissist fed from you until their bellies burst, and you opened your veins for them as well as your life, your home, your legs, your purse, your heart, your soul. Strange how the more they drained you dry, the more full you felt. It was the perfect pairing.
In 2019, in incidents of murder for which the relationships of victims and offenders were known…
