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<blockquote data-quote="Rigsby" data-source="post: 1082061" data-attributes="member: 7361"><p>So, all my prayers have been answered. </p><p></p><p>Ok, not all my prayers. And the prayers I had were pretty low-key anyway. I've learned not to ask God for too many miracles. Unless I really need them. And then, it's quite surprising what he can come up with. </p><p></p><p>My step dad who I've talked about at length in this very thread before, well, he kind of nearly died. 3 times. But who's counting?</p><p></p><p>He's in a wheelchair now for the rest of his life. Which won't be long, seeing as he only had 5 years to live about 8 years ago. Borrowed time.</p><p></p><p>But that doesn't stop the old marxist lefty from going from strength to strength. Just met up with them again the other day and all that 6000 calories a day is paying off. He's getting fitter and stronger. What a hard bastard - I'll give him that. </p><p></p><p>Narcs never humble, they only appear to humble. </p><p></p><p>As soon as he got a bit better it was all Jeremy Corbyn is the saviour of the UK. He's a fellow Trot!</p><p></p><p>He really went to town on Trump as well, still calling him a prick and calling anyone who supported him a prick. The old guy was back! Yes! Full of that piss and vinegar. Wheelchair bound. In fact, bed-bound really. Nastier and more vicious than ever. </p><p></p><p>Little old mumsy looks after him. Lifts him even, even is she is recovering from cancer herself. No matter, she is a martyr.</p><p></p><p>Fixed the printer for him. Set up a new wifi and router. Printer and computers needed networking which I did. No biggie. Took me a few hours. No problemo.</p><p></p><p>Got it all set up. Said to him: there ya go, all set up now, you should be able to print remotely from any computer/laptop in the house.</p><p></p><p>Response?</p><p></p><p>Nothing. Nada. Sweet fucking fuck all.</p><p></p><p>Again, the narc waits for this moment. The gamma waits for this moment. They live for it and relish it.</p><p></p><p>Thought it might have been an anomaly so set up some other computer stuff. But no, no thanks there either. </p><p></p><p>Mumsy is getting a bit upset by this point at the abuse my crippled step father is giving out so she is extra nice to me. "Would you like some sauce on your sarnie son?". Sure, mum, knock yourself out...</p><p></p><p>Triangulation still being played. </p><p></p><p>Earlier it was my mum being a complete bitch and my step-dad playing nice policeman. God, these cunts fucking drain me.</p><p></p><p>So I set up the wifi, got the printer working. Backed up the laptop and desktop. Printed out a return for Amazon to pick up some stuff so they could get their money back. Mowed the lawn. Hoovered all the upstairs of the house.</p><p></p><p>When my step dad first got out of hospital after six months, after nearly dying a few times, he was as low as low can be.</p><p></p><p>I stayed awake till six in the morning. I heard him crying out. I went downstairs. He had dropped his piss bottle. I picked it up. He had tears in his eyes. He was so fucking thankful. Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou...</p><p></p><p>But all that is forgotten now as the old sort gets stronger. Getting bigger and fitter and meaner by the day. Mumsy cooking him 4 meals a day. Hoisting him in and out of bed to piss and shit. Fair fucking play to them both. </p><p></p><p>When I set the router up before for them, he said to me, very terse:</p><p></p><p>Are you going to get this done any time soon or do I have to pay for an engineer to come out and do this for us?</p><p></p><p>Fuck me, when you put it like that!</p><p></p><p>So I set it up.</p><p></p><p>Gammas always pretend to be nice. They fool you.</p><p></p><p>They always watch though and when you are at your weakest they strike. No matter if they are in a wheelchair or bed-bound even.</p><p></p><p>It's a marriage made in heaven: mumsy and him. A covert and an overt. Textbook. </p><p></p><p>I know I've been played like a fiddle. That's what hurts. I woke up a little while back but when I started pointing out that I knew what was going on was when the real violence started. Since then it's been cat and mouse between us.</p><p></p><p>I no longer have any feelings for my mother. I certainly have no feelings for my step-father. I'm just working out a plan to go 'no-contact' as we say in the narc recovery community.</p><p></p><p>Imagine being totally crippled. And yet, this person who you have treated like shit your whole life still forgives you and comes to help you, but you still can not resist to exercise your narc personality. Silence. Nothing. No thanks. No words. You know it unsettles. You've done it your whole life and it brings rewards. </p><p></p><p>Such fucking bollocks. I almost admire him in a way. </p><p></p><p>As always, I ain't even mad bro'...</p><p></p><p>I observe. </p><p></p><p>Not a lot I can do really as my mum is his main enabler. </p><p></p><p>Still, he's getting strong now, even with late stage heart failure and all this just being palliative care. </p><p></p><p>It just makes them more vicious. </p><p></p><p>I got everything I prayed for. I asked God 'please, set him back to his old self, make him as vicious and as obnoxious as he always was', and all my prayers were answered. </p><p></p><p>He's getting stronger by the day.</p><p></p><p>The Gamma rises!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Rigsby, post: 1082061, member: 7361"] So, all my prayers have been answered. Ok, not all my prayers. And the prayers I had were pretty low-key anyway. I've learned not to ask God for too many miracles. Unless I really need them. And then, it's quite surprising what he can come up with. My step dad who I've talked about at length in this very thread before, well, he kind of nearly died. 3 times. But who's counting? He's in a wheelchair now for the rest of his life. Which won't be long, seeing as he only had 5 years to live about 8 years ago. Borrowed time. But that doesn't stop the old marxist lefty from going from strength to strength. Just met up with them again the other day and all that 6000 calories a day is paying off. He's getting fitter and stronger. What a hard bastard - I'll give him that. Narcs never humble, they only appear to humble. As soon as he got a bit better it was all Jeremy Corbyn is the saviour of the UK. He's a fellow Trot! He really went to town on Trump as well, still calling him a prick and calling anyone who supported him a prick. The old guy was back! Yes! Full of that piss and vinegar. Wheelchair bound. In fact, bed-bound really. Nastier and more vicious than ever. Little old mumsy looks after him. Lifts him even, even is she is recovering from cancer herself. No matter, she is a martyr. Fixed the printer for him. Set up a new wifi and router. Printer and computers needed networking which I did. No biggie. Took me a few hours. No problemo. Got it all set up. Said to him: there ya go, all set up now, you should be able to print remotely from any computer/laptop in the house. Response? Nothing. Nada. Sweet fucking fuck all. Again, the narc waits for this moment. The gamma waits for this moment. They live for it and relish it. Thought it might have been an anomaly so set up some other computer stuff. But no, no thanks there either. Mumsy is getting a bit upset by this point at the abuse my crippled step father is giving out so she is extra nice to me. "Would you like some sauce on your sarnie son?". Sure, mum, knock yourself out... Triangulation still being played. Earlier it was my mum being a complete bitch and my step-dad playing nice policeman. God, these cunts fucking drain me. So I set up the wifi, got the printer working. Backed up the laptop and desktop. Printed out a return for Amazon to pick up some stuff so they could get their money back. Mowed the lawn. Hoovered all the upstairs of the house. When my step dad first got out of hospital after six months, after nearly dying a few times, he was as low as low can be. I stayed awake till six in the morning. I heard him crying out. I went downstairs. He had dropped his piss bottle. I picked it up. He had tears in his eyes. He was so fucking thankful. Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou... But all that is forgotten now as the old sort gets stronger. Getting bigger and fitter and meaner by the day. Mumsy cooking him 4 meals a day. Hoisting him in and out of bed to piss and shit. Fair fucking play to them both. When I set the router up before for them, he said to me, very terse: Are you going to get this done any time soon or do I have to pay for an engineer to come out and do this for us? Fuck me, when you put it like that! So I set it up. Gammas always pretend to be nice. They fool you. They always watch though and when you are at your weakest they strike. No matter if they are in a wheelchair or bed-bound even. It's a marriage made in heaven: mumsy and him. A covert and an overt. Textbook. I know I've been played like a fiddle. That's what hurts. I woke up a little while back but when I started pointing out that I knew what was going on was when the real violence started. Since then it's been cat and mouse between us. I no longer have any feelings for my mother. I certainly have no feelings for my step-father. I'm just working out a plan to go 'no-contact' as we say in the narc recovery community. Imagine being totally crippled. And yet, this person who you have treated like shit your whole life still forgives you and comes to help you, but you still can not resist to exercise your narc personality. Silence. Nothing. No thanks. No words. You know it unsettles. You've done it your whole life and it brings rewards. Such fucking bollocks. I almost admire him in a way. As always, I ain't even mad bro'... I observe. Not a lot I can do really as my mum is his main enabler. Still, he's getting strong now, even with late stage heart failure and all this just being palliative care. It just makes them more vicious. I got everything I prayed for. I asked God 'please, set him back to his old self, make him as vicious and as obnoxious as he always was', and all my prayers were answered. He's getting stronger by the day. The Gamma rises! [/QUOTE]
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