Life's Cruel Irony?

I'm beginning to suspect that me and Narc Boy really are soulmates.

Before you scream in horror, let me explain.

Both of us, I suspect, had unpleasant upbringings where we were criticised and put down, emotionally abused, and made to feel we weren't good enough.

I went down the path of the empath. I became overly-conscious of what other people thought and worried about it all the time because I had been made to feel that I would never be good enough by my narc father. I've spent so much time looking at what I'm doing wrong, that I sometimes forget to look at what I'm doing RIGHT.

He, on the flip side, went down the path of the narcopath. Instead of succumbing to the shaming and nastiness of, I suspect, his narc mother, he decided instead to reject the whole thing and retreat into a fantasy world, where he is wonderful, caring, selfless, sexy, brainy, confident, blah blah blah.

And so I reckon we are actually, pretty much, opposite and equal.

Now I just have to try and find a middle ground between living in my world where I believe I'm not as good as I really am, or his world, where he believes he's far better than he really is.