My narcissist resorted to little tricks, like getting the children’s mail redirected to the toxic family’s mailbox. Somehow while he was down the post office getting his own mail redirected some years ago, he decided it would be fun, to redirect the children’s mail too. He was banking on me ignoring the redirection notices, thinking they were about him. The post office were brilliant, They rang him up and that dear woman at the post office was the one person, who wasn’t having a bar of his nonsense. I could tell she didn’t believe his cover story. She had an air of:
Heard it all before..
The way she spoke to him, she clearly was not buying any of it.
Mr Toxic might send out flying monkeys, but God has his own band of workers and in the end flying monkeys are no challenge to his army.
12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.