Have You Ever Met an Extremely Overt Narcissist Like Scott?

Yes, I have. During my senior year of high school, I dated a narcissist with a shocking level of arrogance, reminiscent of the character Gaston from Beauty and the Beast. This was many years ago, when I was still a kid in my small, close-knit town.

A Childhood Struggle

Back in my childhood, Scott was the fat kid who bullied others. His insults circled like a heat-seeking missile, leaving no one untouched. Even when I was in the line at the pool, I could not escape his tongue. Once, while standing next to the low diving board, he yelled, "You're holding things up." Little did I know then, that these were just the preludes of a more insidious manipulation to come.

The Move and a New Encounter

When I turned twelve, my family moved to a neighboring town. Life away from Scott brought a brief respite. Fast forward to high school, where I encountered Scott again. He had transformed. No longer the lanky kid who bullied others, Scott was now a trim, fit, and oxidative attractive young man, reminiscent of themean James Dean. His cool demeanor hid just how calculated his actions were.

The Flirtation and the Manipulation

Scott recognized me and, with that familiar air of intrigue, stepped out of his red Jaguar to ask me for a date. Surprisingly, I agreed, possibly because he mentioned owning his own radio station, a detail my mother found compelling. She saw this as a step up in social and financial standing for her daughter.

A Grand Scheme Unveiled

Scott’s move in was more than just settling into a new home; it was part of his grand scheme to control my life and the lives of those around me. He installed his extensive stereo equipment in our basement, cornering unsuspecting gatherings with his DJ routines, which always concluded with his signature phrase, “The End.” He never truly conversed; these were performances, calculated to dominate and sway opinions.

The Turning Point

Months of manipulated conversations and underhanded agreements finally reached a breaking point. I told him bluntly to remove his equipment from my parents' house. To my shock, with his equipment loaded, our parents even watched him leave. My mother was particularly disappointed, and the guilt I felt was profound, as if I had narrowly avoided being struck by a metaphorical bus.

Lessons Learnt

Dealing with such a manipulative and narcissistic individual was a stark reminder of how power can be abused in intimate relationships. It was a painful lesson, one that taught me the importance of setting boundaries and recognizing the signs of toxic behavior. Just like avoiding Gaston’s manipulative charm, one must navigate the world of narcissists with caution and clear resolve.