So what do you do when partnered with a narcissist? You create your own parallel life. Their are times of interaction, but you are not the most important thing. It may appear that you are, because partner (hmmm, “Not Partner”, is a more appropriate label) knows that attending to your needs keeps their world the way they want it. But really Not Partner is just spinning within your world in their own orbit around themselves.
As usual, my instinct is to try and help, to offer advice, to try to “fix” my dear one’s problem. But this is my dear one’s life, their choice to stay or go, to fix or fight. And Dear One has come to the conclusion that Not Partner has been this way for so long that it is too late for Not Partner to change.
Their lives, I tell myself, as I hear NP talking, working into the evening and on Saturday morning and in all the moments I’m visiting this lovely home that Dear One has created, are theirs to live the way they choose. And so my mind goes to a story (or is it a poem?) called Welcome to Holland. It was referenced in the book that I’m listening to when the author realized the way it spoke to her particular situation. It was originally written for parents who plan for a typical child and then find they have a neuro diverse or physically diverse child and the plans they made and dreams they have don’t fit the needs or potential future of their child and their lives change dramatically, but there is still beauty and joy in this unexpected life. Look it up. It’s a lovely allegory.
So, I woke thinking that my Dear One is in Holland. They’ve always wanted to live in Italy, and has even attempted to move there. They’ve pleaded and cajoled Not Partner to go with them. But Dear One is in Holland, and can be miserable in Holland, choose to see the beauty, or move to Italy alone.
Is it ever too late to change and become True Partners and move to Italy together? Do you live with frustration or enjoy the tulips and buy Italian wine for yourself to drink alone?