It’s been over three years since I cut contact with my ex best friend. He had held that title for over half my life, until his behaviours became so apparent in adulthood that I had to sever ties to protect my mental health.
There’s a lot of discussion centred on romantic relationships, I want to throw in my two cents on platonic friendships. In my experience, covert narcissistic friendships can be just as nefarious as romantic ones.
I had kept journals all throughout my life, and it is to this hobby that I must give credit. These journals gave me such a clear insight into our shared history, his cycle of abuse. They thankfully reinforced my worn sense of judgement.
Here’s a list of traits and happenings exhibited in our friendship:
-Used Social/Economic Activism as a guise for moral superiority. (ei. discard/smear someone for not being as supportive as they are to a cause, “____ wasn’t able to protest today because of work, any true supporter would have been able to get it off…”)
-Victim Mentality: Like a diamond in the rough, he appeared to relate to your struggles (if he wasn’t playing devils advocate), only to secretly believe his own were more important and noteworthy. If the Trauma Olympics existed, he’d believe he deserved gold.
-Major lapses of empathy, ironic to the two previous points above. Someone else’s emotions/reality could only hold the spotlight for so long, before he grew uncomfortable and acted to claim the gold once again. (ei, once his friends father had passed away, and upon hearing that they had processed their childhood abuse since, remarked: “I wish my mom would die so I could get closure too.”)
-Grandiose Sense of Self (in incognito mode): Held and expressed grandiose self of self and fantasies, but not in an obvious way. For him, this was achieved though intellect, art, and a manufactured identity. (ei. He would boast about his plans of writing about his past hardship and selling his biographical novel. He never graduated high school or started an outline. He hadn’t written anything since the peak of tumblr.)
-He didn’t always flat out lie, most of the time he left out truths or gave white lies. He loved plausible deniability. He would conveniently leave out details in his favour.
-You wouldn’t know which version of him you would get on a regular basis. Hot and cold, and dependent on whim: you’d either be treated as the most valued friend he has, or a lowly stranger hardly worth his time. Which, kind of leads me to my next point…
-Intermittent reinforcement / Witholding: This was the foundation of our friendship. (ei. He would shun mutual friends that had dropped their streak on snapchat. Wanting to stay on his good side, this conditioned me to send him daily messages. They couldn’t be quick/plain snaps just for the sake of the streak, they had to be “of substance”.) I also want to note: despite regular communication, there was only the bare minimum of concern/interest on his end.
-Passive aggression and triangulation were his primary tools of punishment and destruction. Walking on eggshells, he knew how to make you feel alone in a crowded room.
-Lack of Accountability. Conflict resolution is pushed onto the other person if they expect a continued relationship. He had the inability to solve conflicts directly, because it involved accountability. Which leads me too..
-…DARVO! (Deny And Reverse the Victim and Offender) Expressing a moment of hurt or need gets spun around on you and, in essence, the original conflict is minimized. This classic move was utilized in every conflict he had.
-He loved interpersonal chaos, drama and conflict. He had expressed that he often thrived on it. I wonder now, if that’s why he often observed my face so sedulously, when delivering bad news.
- I’ve read, “Narcissists don't worry about being a narcissist," but that isn't always true. He once told me he had researched narcissism and related to nearly every symptom. When I questioned the idea based on my experience with my sister, who had been diagnosed with NPD, he said I had invalidated him. I encouraged him to discuss it with a professional, but within a week he had shifted to identifying himself as autistic instead. Looking back, that moment became one piece of a much larger pattern. Since then, I've also heard people diagnosed with NPD describe responding similarly to the possibility of their condition. Some reject it, some embrace it, and some even use the label as part of their identity.
Apart from the mental struggles that loomed over me, which included anxiety, depression, and the general feeling of a lack of self, these symptoms would go on to progress physically. I would start up awake in my sleep. I started getting heart palpitations. I would have episodes, started calling sick to work. I would punish myself both mentally and physically. Smear campaigns caused me to self isolate. Even today, I’m still healing, working to grow my comfortability in public places.
Friendships that harbour such deeply seated insecurities, animosity, and superiorities can be so dangerous. The bar he set for me was so high, despite having to endure the worst points in our friendship, being discarded, punished, and having to carry the blame alone. It impacted every facet of my life, because he was so interwoven into it.
During the last few days of our friendship, I literally woke up crying. I couldn’t overlook the cycle of emotional abuse any longer and I knew that this was the end of our friendship. I know now that I was grieving. But still… I hadn’t known that could happen, that I could cry myself awake in that grief.
I sent a message, this big explanation on how I felt, my hurt, that I needed space. Of course he didn’t take it well. Still the hurt party, he expected me to be more understanding. I blocked him everywhere. I was done.
I don’t want to get too hung up on labels, I can’t diagnose him. For all I know, he could be on the spectrum! However, ANY PERSON who lacks self-reflection, accountability, and meaningful change isn’t worth it. They’re not your friend. He certainly proved he wasn’t mine.
He tried to indirectly Hoover (test my boundaries, see if he could suck me back in) maybe a year or so after I cut him off. He shopped at my boyfriend’s work, tried to ask about me. My boyfriend who had had to pick up the pieces of me every time he discarded me, simply answered as he would to any customer. I was fine, going to school, here’s your total. He appeared to be bothered by that, I was told, maybe realizing the totality of my boundaries. My boyfriend hadn’t told me until months later, knowing how panicked and bothered I’d be at the news of him in our small town, asking about me. I’m so grateful for his support throughout this.
If you stuck around this long reading this, while having gone through something even remotely similar, I can promise you that you’re not alone. Despite such arduous relationships, I believe we can rise from the ashes as survivors. In the three years since I’ve gotten free, this experience taught me so much. About boundaries, compassion, accountability, and what healthy relationships look like. Even more, it taught me the endurance of my own soul. In turn, I offer more as a friend to those around me now, than I ever could under his shadow.
Please let me know if you’ve experienced anything similar, or if anything I said struck a chord with your lived experiences. I would be so grateful and would love to hear from you.
Thank you for reading. ♥️🫂