It’s so draining. Life is so draining.
DP tells me I live in a bubble, how he can’t cope with me as I seem to live in an alternate reality. I want to scream!!! It’s him! He’s the one who lives in an alternate reality. He doesn’t see it. He thinks therefore it must be me.
He has zero introspection skills, but thinks he is highly reflective
He constantly criticises people for things he does all the time.
He asserts his view about other people’s motivations for their behaviour (the childhood, their job…) but is usually way off the mark and I have no idea why he thinks he is some kind of psychological genius when it comes to other people. It is astounding how badly he understands people.
He doesn’t see that people cringe at his boasting and constant relating of every conversation to himself. To him he thinks they’re super impressed.
He lies constantly.
He may not actually realise he is lying half the time because he struggles to understand the difference between action and intention. If I ask if he has booked something he will say yes. But this is not true. In his head the intention to book it is the same as having done it. He is lying insofar as he hasn’t actually booked it (which is what the question was asking) but because he has issues around how he perceives incoming information the problem isn’t that he is deliberately being untruthful, but that he has understood the question in a different way to the actual words!! He struggles with perception of incoming information in a big way!
But then when it transpires that he hasn’t booked the thing he said he booked and I say “but you said you booked it!”, he then gets defensive end lies and swears blind he didn’t say that. Even though me and other people say they heard him. We are all lying apparently. All mistaken. Picking on him. He can’t accept he gave false information.
He can’t conceive of being wrong. Ever. It’s ALWAYS everyone else.
He imagines criticism all the time. Thinks things are being said and gets very angry. But these sleights are imagined. Shouts that I’m calling him thick because I repeated myself from the day before. Shouts that I’m calling him a slob because I asked if he would fetch the dustpan. Really weird stuff that doesn’t make sense.
He lies about what other people have said even though he can be proved wrong.
He enjoys the role of victim and enjoys conflict, though criticises others for seeking conflict!
He blames people for his mistakes.
He has told me so many things about his ex which I now know are probably mostly made up, completely misrepresented, imagined or exaggerated. I think he probably believes himself though.
He exaggerates everything to the point where it’s so far from the reality it isn’t actually true.
He thinks he has friends but they’re just people who serve him in shops, or who he sees in the pub and talks at. They’re not his friends and half of them probably can’t remember anything about him.
He is delusional in so many ways. But he tells me I live in my little alternate reality where nothing can touch me….. my life fucking sucks!
I don’t want advice to leave. I think sometimes just writing it all down and sharing it helps. I would scream but what’s the point. I wonder if anyone else has a similar experience….