The past week has been almost “normal.” Normal for people who actually care about each other. No arguments, no sniping, none of the usual Narc shit that happens every day. Of course I’m suspicious and not letting my guard down. I no more believe that he’s changed than I believe I can fly.
Then, last night, M said, “I am undernourished. Physically. Mentally. Spiritually.”
This declaration was supposed to cause me to fall all over myself trying to soothe his poor, frayed nerves, but I said nothing. Didn’t even look at him.
Has he figured out that I just don’t care? He has discovered that his Narc Supply is running low. He tried his best to start something last night, but I ignored him and read a book in another room.