Better an “old bag on the shelf”than married to a narcissist.
I was reminded today of the last conversation I had with a former flatmate of mine.
He was headed off to become a Catholic priest at the time.
Yeah that’s right, two years living with me and he was off to join the priesthood.
I remember him whistfully wondering if we would ever meet again.
As usual I had ruined the moment by commenting that we would probably bump into each other one day, pushing trolleys around Sainsbury’s.
Actually I am beginning to see why I wound up with a narcissist.
My former flatmate had then used my own words against me, repeating my not infrequent refrain that I would
probably end up an old bag on the shelf.
That was it.
That was our final conversation although we did write to each other for a while. I did find sending letters to the Vatican somewhat disconcerting.