Romans & histoires Empath And Narcissist Book

he said calmly, “when the gun fired yesterday… what did you feel?” I hesitated. I shouldn’t answer. “I felt…” I swallowed. “Like I finally saw the truth.” “And?” “And I hated that I understood it,” I admitted. He nodded slowly. “Empathy is more dangerous than hatred. Because hatred pushes you away,” he said. “Empathy pulls you closer.” I stepped back like the words had weight. “I’m not getting close to him,” I said. “You already are. The mind is strange, it works in a mysterious way. ”

My fist tightened and I pressed my lips together, “You’ve always been mine and I don’t think that’ll change.” I didn’t show how angry the word “mine” made me. He didn’t deserve to see me exhibit any emotion and most definitely not anger. I reined it in as much as I could, keeping my face neutral. “I stopped being yours a long time ago. And if you don’t accept that, do you know what that makes you?” His eyes held a bit of anticipation and I continued, “An alpha who doesn’t know how to move on, a narcissist who would rather hurt people without expecting them to hurt him back.”

Zeenah asked. “Well . . . basically, yes. Bearing in mind that most sociopaths are not killers, they’re just non-empathetic and highly manipulative.” “Can he ever be fixed?” She shook her head immediately. “It’s sad to think about what kind of abuse or neglect might have made him that way. But the end result is that Abubakar is who he is. Narcissists are notoriously resistant to therapy. Because of their sense of grandiosity, they don’t ever see the need to change.” Karima had smiled darkly, as if at some unpleasant memory. “Believe me, no therapist wants a narcissist to walk in the door. It only results in massive frustration and a waste of time.”

Ransom “The bastard son I raise ended up being nothing like me, but in you I see it. You have no empathy for those around you. No pesky feelings of sympathy. You can’t love. Everyone is just a pawn in your life, a useful tool to benefit you. Otherwise, you would have no use for anything. Your psychological diagnosis is all that I’ve hoped for, a true psychopath, like me,” Gerhardt Fuchs says like some demented, proud father.