What "Object" were you - that didnt work for them anymore?

What "Object" were you - that didnt work for them anymore?
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At first I thought I was just an object more on the lines of a sex toy, just an artificial vagina to him - they DO come in different assortments you know, if we were all exactly the same, nobody would cheat, ---

At any rate, I realize my body parts were used as objects to him. My body parts were the "object(s) of his affection". More importantly I have come to understand that I, myself and everything I was comprised of was viewed as an object by him. He studied me, knew what my needs were and what I wanted and and finely custom built me, his object, into a useful tool that would work for him. They take human beings and transform them into objects and when they are done playing with us the object is left broken and no longer works for them.

As an object I was never allowed to have feelings, be hurt, jealous, needy, require anything from him, - I was not allowed to love him, miss him, want him..... but if I were a hammer I had better be ready and waiting for him to pick me up and pound the hell out of something he needed me for.

Can you imagine for one minute using a partner and another human being as you would your toaster to toast a piece of toast? Once again proving how there is literally NOTHING inside them - our sexual organs were useful to them when they wanted them; but that is only a small small part of how we were objectified - we were simply now allowed to be a human being that had needs, feelings and any traces of humanity - we were to be like THEY WERE - every now and then we were thrown their FAKE attempts of humanity; Oh but I love you my little hammer, toaster oven, and vagina I really do love you - now go recharge your batteries for when I need you again.

The difference between objects and human beings is obvious; when you are a tool for a psychopath you WILL be broken - when you are a human being we have the power to fix what they broke - objects CANT LOVE but we can and I believe the power of love and our human condition is what stops them from ever picking us up again as a hammer with a vagina.

Deidre99's picture

I'll play. :P I would say...a

I'll play. :P

I would say...a 'floor.' He walked all over me, so I'm thinking that is what I 'served' him as.

Dontcha know floors aren't supposed to talk back? lol Silly me.

Reason2Believe's picture

I was the EGO booster

...made him look good by being with him. When his friends and family made comments about how wonderful it was that he FINALLY found someone like me, it made him feel on top of the world. Little did I realize that each time we broke up and got back, it made him feel even better..because that meant he must be REALLY special if someone like me, wanted to get back with him. After all, there must be something really GREAT about him, if I was willing to keep coming back. SICK, SICK, SICK.

Reason

Totally Stunned's picture

That was perfect

That summed up my objectification. I was his ego boost, and he even told me this...that he wanted me on his arm, walking into places, being with me outside of the bedroom. Yea, I know...he actually said that! Ha! And the fact that I went back to him made him feel like a stud. He craved attention! Now he gets my silence. That is the ultimate hurt to narcs.

LoserFree's picture

I was his "fallback" blowup

I was his "fallback" blowup doll...

I guess I'm not too smart after all... I actually thought the automatic air pump in the garage was for his tires!!

LoserFree :)

neverlookback's picture

ha

the fallback blowup doll ...... oh come on now you ranked better than that - you were made of rubber not plastic so he didnt have to blow you up ha ha ha

Dont feel too bad, I was just a hammer that was a slut ha ha

LoserFree's picture

nlb the only thing made of

nlb the only thing made of rubber was my brain for being with the fuckhead for 9 years!!!

Light bulb moment!!! I'm not crazy after all..... I just had a rubber brain!!! hehehe

LoserFree

Froglegs's picture

This post is awesome,

This post is awesome, especially the not allowed to miss, want, etc. I can recall clearly letting the X know I was going to miss him when he was going to be gone for 2 weeks. He rolled his eyes and said, "Don't start that." What...I'm not allowed to miss the person I love? WTF?!

I needed to read this tonight. Thank you.

neverlookback's picture

Frog

I had to laugh when you said he would say "DONT START THAT AGAIN". mine did the same thing, he would say - Dont go down that road again with me - Oh excuse me for wanting to be with someone I love and noticing they are gone asshole - what road do you want me to go down? The road to HELL? Out of sight out of mind - I mean a couple days is something I wouldnt notice if my loved one were gone, but TWO WEEKS? - hey but dont feel bad - the piece of wood (I call him pinocchio) only saw me once a month and NEVER missed me - oh he would say he did - he would claim he missed my breasts, vagina, and my other body parts - and he would go into how beautiful I was and like a FOOL, I would believe him - lol Oh WOW, you miss me great one, - I think I must have eaten a poison apple just like snow white and it put a spell on me - I was in a deep dark sleep visiting Hell. Thank GOD I am no longer an object to someone, it wasnt very much fun being a hammer with a vagina -

Froglegs's picture

Exactly! Never was it, "Oh

Exactly! Never was it, "Oh how I've missed you." It was always during sex, "Oh how I've missed THIS." How degrading.

Narcbait's picture

I was his intellectual

I was his intellectual stimulation, his #1 admirer, his supportive shoulder and cheerleader. In addition, I was the excitement and wanton 'new woman' in his pathetic life. I was his emotional crutch and sex aid.

Jenna H's picture

Narcbait welcome!

Glad you are on this site. Have you shared your story? Would be interested to hear it after reading what you say here as to what kind of objects you were to your narc - because that pretty much sums up what kind of objects I was to mine!

Narcbait's picture

Thank you!

Hi! I will be sharing my story as soon as I get a quiet moment to sit down and figure out how to put it into words. It's a long, long story, spanning 16 years... I'm finding it hard to condense!

DawnWins's picture

I was the head (ok only)

I was the head (ok only) maid, accountant, child rearer, gardener, sex toy and sounding stick (it was ok for everyone in the house to yell at me).

knighty2035's picture

Great way...

to look at that. I believe I was the same as you... simply the "live" sex toy. The last series of texts from him were this... "its friends with benefits or nothing.. and you know what I mean by that". I simply replied, "wish we could be friendly, but I can not do that. Good luck"

petite7heaven's picture

Sex object too!

Hi knighty2035 and everyone! Yup, I was his sex object that he wanted to use....My VAGINA... And in the end his facade broke through and it leaked out that he wanted me for `` friends with benifits`` but he used the words rather`` you could be my special friend``......PUKE ON HIM! blessings Petite

Canada's picture

NLB

I was the designer, the praise giver, the reassurer, the adorer and the life advisor. Basically I ran his life for him.

I love you my little source of free work and surrogate ego!

neverlookback's picture

so

basically you were the "Bookkeeper" for his dysfunctional and sick life - so many of these women are - they seem to need someone who does all the things for them that you described - you were quite the hammer and/or tool and object all in one nice little package for the freak - but alas I was just a hammer with a vagina to mine - guess I didnt rate high enough on his list of usefulness to him to go any further - I can do all the things his current object does - I was spared that usefulness, THANK GOD

Canada's picture

I LOVE to help...

I'm always confused as to whether this made me a PRIMARY or SECONDARY source. According to Vaknin the primary was the life-runner, and the OWs are secondary, not 100% sure, but I guess it doesn't matter.

I felt like I had an IDENTITY with my 'bookkeeping' role, like I was special because I was held in high (and solitary) esteem. It wouldn't have mattered if I had performed my role for an additional ten years, I still would have been discarded just as easily as I was after the first ten.

LoserFree's picture

What I got out of my reading

What I got out of my reading is that primary source of supply is where he prefers to get his supply. Like out in the world where it's dynamic, exciting, and there are many people to extract supply from.

When he doesn't get enough from his primary source they come to US so we can feed the poor depleted Narc of what he needs in order to survive and feel alive.

I may be totally off base here...just my take on what I read.

But your right at the end of the day supply is supply is supply....and abuse is abuse is abuse!!!!

LoserFree :)

Totally Stunned's picture

LoserFree

I had not heard these terms before and it makes total sense. I know I was not his primary supply, but when he was having problems/issues with his primary supply, that is when he came to me. I was his secondary supply only. The person who built up his ego, would listen to his problems, gave him his admiration and attention, and my love. Funny...when he felt my love, he would leave. Like he wanted me for everything else, just not love.

Thanks for writing this, it helped me today.

LoserFree's picture

Totally Stunned I am glad it

Totally Stunned I am glad it helped you. Though I would feel a bit better if I knew it was totally correct insight to what I read.

My exN would get his Primary supply at work. If he got enough for the day the interaction with me was minimal. If not, he could follow me around the house ALL NIGHT for that supply!! It also explains why on weekends he needed me around all the time......HE WASN"T WORKING!!!! lol

But again supply is supply.....doesn't really matter in the end!

LoserFree

neverlookback's picture

I think you are correct

in this analogy - I should KNOW THIS, shame on me - ha ha ha how could I dare get my supply priority confused here - it was such an honor to be primary supply with my x path - treated like a prostitute that never was paid, which would make me a whore in his eyes, and then again being secondary supply WOW that must be a hell of an honor too - having to nurse maid a psychopath - I say we all should just go beat the shit out of ourselves and call it a day - same thing as having any association with them - lol

LoserFree's picture

nlb Sorry but I'm unable to

nlb
Sorry but I'm unable to do that because there is NO SHIT LEFT TO BEAT OUT OF ME!!!!

I dumped it all at his house when I went NC!! My final gift to the Loserfreak!!

neverlookback's picture

so

you are no longer full of shit - ha ha wish I could dump all my shit on his lawn - lol My final gift was NC FOREVER and even though it may take me a year or two to recover - its his gift forever - its the gift that keeps on giving HUGS

neverlookback's picture

That is just it

If you were primary or secondary supply - both are discarded and if you arent discarded you will be devalued to say the least - According to the books (no pun intended bookkeeper, ha) you were secondary supply I believe, a constant he always had to fall back on - the adoring, supportive, endlessly giving supply he always could count on - Their primary supplies are the new sex organs they are always searching for, the other woman to form the triangle, all those come and go for them - but YOU were the constant that was always there - you would think that would be PRIMARY but its secondary - that always confused me too - like you said it doesnt matter - I have a friend who lived with a psychopath for 4 years and she was always secondary supply for him - he was a sexual predator and that ALWAYS came first in his life - she knew every time he had a new victim she was ignored and devalued for weeks on end - and when he was low on victims she was there to fall back on - she saw the pattern and lived it - she had a keylogger to his pc and she could almost predict her discard and knew when it was coming - in fact from his computer she could follow who he was seeing and meeting and sleeping with - and sure enough a day later all the lies came pouring in - he would come home with the smell of women's private parts on his FACE, she smelled it when she kissed him - Guess he was a lazy psychopath couldnt even wash his face after he had oral sex - I KID YOU NOT - she had to plan her escape very carefully because he was a stalker and violent - she moved 3,000 miles away - she is recovering but the damage he did to her was severe. Be glad you are no longer his bookkeeper - wasting your beautiful self on a sub human x0

Jenna H's picture

neverlookback this makes me scared

As I still try to get my head around these narcs, reading how your friend always knew when he had a new victim because she was ignored and devalued for weeks on end - that is exactly what happens to me - being ignore and devalued for weeks on end - and then he comes back around. Only I have no proof he is paying attention to another woman, or women. It's always "work, I'm unbelievably busy" sort of stuff and I feel like I have no choice but to believe him when I don't have proof otherwise. I so badly want to catch this guy in a lie!!!

beautifulmess's picture

Jenna, I never had proof

Jenna, I never had proof either. But who needs proof? The fact that he is too busy for you says it all! Amazing how they always had time in the beginning, if they loved us, wanted to be with us and treated us the way we deserve .. Well, we wouldn't be here. Anyways, I can't really say I was an object.. I was the mommy he never had. A mommy with a... HEART! :)

neverlookback's picture

DONT BE SCARED

remember what Sheridan tries to stress, your GUT and your intuition are almost NEVER wrong - unless you suffer from some sort of paranoia disorder GO WITH YOUR GUT and intuition, I should have because it was screaming at me that something was NOT RIGHT - you HAVE choices and you DONT have to believe him - dont waste your life trying to catch him he isnt WORTH IT - just GET OUT - love should not make you feel uneasy and always wondering and always suspicious and always anxious, that is no way to live - they are MASTER liars and manipulators they are the best - if you feel something is not right, chances are its NOT x0

Emjbear's picture

Thank you

Thank you