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Killing You With Kindness
When the narcopath is the most amazingly sweet and wonderful person you know
Few people would describe me as sweet. I have spent my entire life trying to be a good person and most would agree that with the exception of a couple of bad personal choices in partnering, I always act to benefit others in the best ways that I can. I consistently sacrifice my own happiness for others and am unselfish in my gifts of time and service as well as financial support. I possess a working moral compass, and when I make mistakes, I am quick to acknowledge them and assume accountability and try to correct them in any way I can. I like to help others. I don’t want anyone to suffer, and it hurts me to see others in pain. I would never knowingly harm another individual. And I consider myself “a helper”. One of the good ones with a pure heart and an earnest soul.
But I don’t always come across as particularly warm or sweet in my interactions with others. I keep my head down and do the job that needs to be done. I roll up my sleeves and get to work and through acts of service and devotion, I am loyal and dedicated to those I love. I work hard and try to provide a richly textures experience for them to increase their joy and help them grow their spirit.
