#narrcissist

[asraspeaks-blog]

Abso-fucking-lutely.

I will always make my own money. I will never share an account with anyone ever again. I've seen too many examples of shitty men taking advantage of hardworking women.

Enough.

[sslytheriiin-archive-blog]

「 ✧  ——  imessage.  ❞

SAGE: so i was wondering if your passing by tonight

SAGE: because i really want some good dick

[compulsivefarmer]

“Some narcissistic bosses enjoy spreading and arousing negative emotions to gain attention, feel powerful, and keep you insecure and off-balance. They are easily upset at a­ny real or perceived slights or inattentiveness. They may throw a tantrum if you disagree with their views, or fail to meet their expectations. Narcissists are often quick to judge, criticize, and ridicule. Some narcissists are emotionally abusive. By making you feel inferior, they boost their fragile ego, and feel better about themselves.”

Well if that doesn’t describe my boss perfectly, I don’t know what does.

[theverynextman]

He's vain, conceited and narcissistic. Love him!

[mikephillipsart]

‪24/365 #creepy #ghost #selfish #narcissist #witch #selfcentered #character #design #art #artist #mikephillipsart #creep ‬

[asraspeaks-blog]

Financial abuse thoughts

When I was married to the Ex, I used to be in a constant state of anxiety about money. While we were both high earners, there was never enough to make ends meet. His bills and expenses were massive and usually emptied out both his and my paychecks, as well as left us with little to no savings.

I saw the writing on the wall. I knew he was only in this marriage for the green card and money and most likely I was going to end up destitute and alone. It was terrifying. So I would push it out of my mind and pretend all was well. But that sinking pit was always in my stomach.

I would look at my sons and think about how I was going to have to live with them forever and by default him (if he didn't die first). It was agonizing to think I would live and die in a financial mess despite working most of my life. I would also leave nothing to my children.

That's what financial abuse does. It creates a atmosphere of constant anxiety. It takes away your power and ability to live autonomously. This is what the Ex wanted. Also his mother lived with us and she made it point to rack up my credit cards with her nonsense. So he stole my paycheck and she racked up debt on my cards.

He was putting a lot of pressure on me to empty my retirement account through the university. I lied and said it was untouchable until I retired. This would piss him off and he blather on and on about how he needed the money for bills.

To this day I don't know where all that money went. I know he had several relatives who always had their hands out and would call every few weeks for cash donations (one renovated her kitchen using my income).

Then he moved his girlfriend and her daughter into our Mcmansion. The veil had lifted and he didn't have anything to stand on.

When I separated my accounts in 2016, the first thing I did was pay off my credit card debts. I set up online banking so I could start monitoring everything. I started building my savings. I give a lot of credit to the banker who helped me. He knew exactly what was going on and made the process efficient and painless.

I pinched pennies and made the Ex buy groceries and things for the kids. I wouldn't take no for an answer. I was angry, loud, and ruthless. He knew the jig was up.

If his mother asked for anything, I would tell her to ask her son. I stopped driving her anywhere and paying for her facials, waxings, eyebrows, hair dye, etc. It was clear she was distressed by this and told me to give my paycheck back to him so I could go to heaven (using fake religious beliefs to oppress). But the horse had left the barn. It was over. I was gaining autonomy and there was no way in Hell I was going to hand it back.

Flash forward... I'm in a healthy financial position. I own my home and have a healthy savings. I can think about my future in a realistic way. I will have something for my sons. I'm not going to die destitute, inshaAllah.

[sslytheriiin-archive-blog]

「 ✧  ——  imessage.  ❞

CLAY: i love you and im sorry i ducking left you .

CLAY: i'm very ducking wasted right now ?

CLAY: have i ever mentioned i hate iphone auto correct.

[volatilcs]

the heat was something the female had grown accustom to ; florida certain peaked in temperature, but the soft crash of the waves on the beach and the mixed aroma of the salt and spray was richer. svelte legs soaking up the each ripple of the sun, she ALMOST looked like every other female lounging with one exception. rather than sunglass covered hues roaming the surfers or eyeing the lifeguards ; attempting to create the perfect tan  —  ophelia was nose deep in the great gatsby. she had lost her curly haired companion to the ocean long ago, not that she was surprised, and took the opportunity to savor her isolation, aura seemingly repealing any attention. that was until a shadow was cast over her book, grabbing her attention. a bright smile that may just rival the sun shinning above them takes to her features,  “ finally turned into a raisin ? ”  ( @narrcissist )