I,Arwen, the personal massage therapist of the Narc

Did you know that I give great massages? I don't mean like really good...I mean great, like I don't have a license to practice massage therapy but I should have one? That kind of great. And you know why? Cause I am such a fucking empath that I literally put my own body into the painful places of other people's bodies and figure out how to relieve the pain as if it were my own. So. Every time I saw ex N, he was writhing in muscle pain of course due to his complete obsessive anxiety, insomnia and general insanity, and he would revel in my massages. He knew how much pleasure it gave me to make him feel good. And you know what? After what must have totalled twenty hours of massage - that rat bastard didn't lift his dirty, stinky PINKY TOE to return even one back scratch. And he joked about it. Knew I wouldn't leave, sneered at how clever he was that he could get away with me giving and giving and giving and that he did not have to do anything in return but be the Adonis G-d in whose presence I should CLEARLY bow down and worship. He did that with sex too. He would withold to the last minute and sneer when I would be so damn tired and he woke me up in the early morning sneering for sex. He's just one sneering mother fucker. I see it now - all I see in my head is that famous sneer of his. Only I don't think it's so funny now. And I also now know, that the off the charts chemistry that existed between he and existed because I made it happen. So for all of you ladies wondering why the sex is so good it's because YOU gave the goods, NOT him. YOU are the creative goddesses who stoked that fire - NOT HIM! YOU were the fireworks that brought him into those states of ecstasy. And that truth I know because I know that none of them are capable of giving, so the logical answer is that he took his cues all from me. TAKE YOUR STRENGTH BACK GODDESSES OF LOVE!