It doesn’t start with cruelty. It starts with magic. And that’s what makes it so hard to leave.
Life with a covert narcissist doesn’t feel like chaos at first. It doesn’t come with shouting or slammed doors. It’s not a storm that shakes your house. It’s more like a soft, persistent fog that slowly seeps in and blurs everything you once knew about yourself.
In the beginning, it feels like you’ve struck gold. They tell you you're their soulmate, their best friend, their everything. The connection feels deep, rare, even fated. You feel seen in a way you maybe never have before. And for a while, it’s bliss. Real, glowing, intoxicating bliss.
But over time, almost too gradually to notice, something shifts.
Tiny criticisms start to surface. They say they’re just being honest or trying to help. Maybe they comment on your laugh, your choice of words, your goals, your hobbies. At first, it seems harmless, even caring. But you begin to feel small in places where you used to feel proud. You start questioning yourself. Am I too sensitive? Too emotional? Too much? The parts of you that once felt strong now feel like liabilities.
Their affection becomes inconsistent. One day, they’re loving and attentive. The next, distant, irritable, or cold. You never know who you’ll get. The unpredictability keeps you on edge, always trying harder to get it right. When you express confusion or hurt, they twist your words. They deflect blame. You find yourself apologizing just to end the conversation, even when you’re not sure what you did wrong.
You’re not just in a relationship. You’re in a maze. And just when you feel like giving up, they pull you back in. A sudden apology. A thoughtful gift. Sweet words and grand plans for the future. It gives you hope that maybe this time things will change. That hope is powerful, but it’s a trap. Because the cycle always starts again.
Eventually, it wears you down. Emotionally. Physically. Your body keeps score. You might start losing sleep, battling anxiety, or feeling a deep fatigue you can’t explain. You try to keep the peace, but in doing so, you lose pieces of yourself. You’re in constant survival mode, walking on eggshells, trying not to trigger the next emotional landmine.
And then one day, something inside you clicks. You look at them and realize you don’t recognize them. The person you fell for wasn’t real. It was a role they played to draw you in. Behind the mask is someone cold, emotionally unavailable, and deeply manipulative.
That realization is devastating. But it’s also the beginning of freedom.
Because once you see the truth, you can’t unsee it. And though it hurts, the truth has the power to set you free. To reclaim the parts of yourself you gave away. To rebuild your identity outside of their shadow.
Leaving a covert narcissist isn’t just about walking away from them. It’s about walking back to yourself.
The interesting thing is I was, in different times, in very close relationships with both a narcissist and a psychopath. And they are similar in some very key ways, but quite different in others. In any case, both are very detrimental individuals. And it took me a long time to heal. A part of me will always carry that pain I think.
This is my marriage. I should say, my former marriage. It was magic. Then it wasn’t. Then he professed sorrow, gave gifts, made promises. Magic again, then it was not. I know now why it was hard to leave and why, after 23 years in the relationship I had to demand a divorce. Narcissists love to fish for fools like me, and keep the line taut. I was feeding him, but I was starving my inner self. The parallels between trump and my husband were apparent as time went on. I wanted to scream stay away from him to our country when elections came up. Stay away from republicans. They eat you from the inside.
You will always think you are different, that they could not mistreat you. And then one day they drop you from up high and rub your nose in the dirt. It will not be different and you must protect yourself.