I had just finished showering in "my" bathroom inside the Cabin-Mansion one
summer morning. Dr. MiNarc fervidly pounded on the bathroom door as I was
standing naked in front of the mirror brushing my unusually long (for me) hair
into a pony-tail. I thought she was going to walk right in, and nervously tried to
remember if I had locked the door. "Just a minute!" I called, feverishly pulling
some clothes on. Dressed in my shorty cheer shorts and a purple tank, I opened
the door a crack.
Dr. MiNarc was visibly excited and said, "I have a job for you." A concerned look
must have crossed my face as I thought of the many jobs Dr. MiNarc had me doing
as of late. I "got" to help put up fencing in the front yard, shoveled rock from a
large pile in the driveway to various locations--always a distance away, raked
leaves out of rock-work and gardens in the side-yard, and helped with endless
watering. The list of outside maintenance and yard-work was endless, and I felt
I had no interest in it or aptitude for it.
"Don't worry, it's a FUN job," she emphasized the word, "fun" to really sell the
idea. Thinking her version of fun was vastly different from mine, I inquired what
the job entailed. She told me it was mindless work and I would like it as she led
me outside to "my" side-yard. Though I was a guest and living in a fifth wheel in
the yard, MiNarc gave me the use of a few places in and around the
Cabin-Mansion. She led me to the gazebo in the side yard, and said it needed
staining.
The gazebo was round and tall, and had many crisscrossed patterned pieces of
wood around the circumference. The stain was in paint buckets that stood as
high as my knees--two, maybe four full buckets. The job looked daunting, to say
the least. The weather WAS beautiful--maybe I could work on my tan at the same
time. After all, I sort of owed Dr. MiNarc for so generously giving me a free place to
live and for hiring me back at work. I was not paying her back in any way, and I
couldn't offer my exceptional cleaning skills, because they had a house-keeper
that came twice weekly. The least I could do was help out around the yard.
This is pathological entitlement, and it's one of the diagnostic traits for NPD.
Sources:
https://www.charliehealth.com/post/things-narcissists-say-in-an-argument-and-what-they-really-mean
https://www.verywellmind.com/how-to-spot-future-faking-in-narcissistic-relationships-7968853
https://www.charliehealth.com/post/future-faking
https://vaknin-talks.com/transcripts/Caught_in_Narcissist_s_Pendulum_Romantic_Jealousy_and_Sex/
https://thenarcissisticlife.com/what-happens-when-you-reject-a-narcissist/
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