He complained about his job, he complained about his friends, he complained about everything.
The kicker is that he told me I was never happy. Yeah, that was true..when I was around him, I often wasn't. Too bad I didn't have the guts to leave.
He would rave about how great someone was or something was until he had to D&D them or it.
His boss and coworkers were fantastic, better than me of course. He could not spend enough time there and they were the "experts" on everything and his life was going to be so much better NOW that he had these saints in his life. This was all of course until he began to D&D them. Then they were stupid, crazy, lying, evil sacks of shit.
Same with me.
Same with his best friend.
Same with his gas powered remote control cars.
Same with my car.
Same with my friends and family.
Everthing is bigger and better than life in the beginning until it somehow crosses him and then: Bam Bam, you are dead in his mind.
Fun way to live huh???
God bless,
Goldie
He complained about his job,
My X was such a classis Narc