Attack of the head monsters

Back in Brantford, ON there appears to be a rash of narcissistic personality disorder. Every time I chat with someone from the past I notice one thing they all have in common. They like to pick me apart and run me down for having opinions that don't mesh with theirs. They bash and bastardize me to save face and avoid admitting they might be flawed or wrong. I must say it gets old. I find myself laughing at their God routine. They demand that I accept them the way they are but refuse to give me the same respect. People like that don't deserve respect. They demand what they are not willing to give. They are not getting anything from me. 

The last head monster to confront me didn't have a clue what she was talking about. In talking to her I started to see why she is dating one of the cult members. She is a needy dullard. The cult likes people that kiss their ass and tell them what they want to hear. This woman has obviously bought into the bullshit of that cult because she sounded like one of them hence the first line of this post. 

She painted a horrible picture of me and accused me of things without checking the facts to make sure I was actually guilty. Clearly she has been in the cult too long. She acts like one of them. Not my problem. Just one more person to avoid. She bastardized me and glorified them without knowing the facts. She got defensive of her little boyfriend when I set the record straight. No surprise there. I have never met anyone from that cult who could handle reality. She made it a point of telling me that Jennifer had no problem being ignored by me at the funeral. I knew that would be the case and since that toxic bitch disowned me I have no reason to acknowledge any of them. I knew that those idiots were trying to manipulate me into subordination by disowning me. It showed in their reactions when I accepted their decision and walked away from them all. They actually expected me to beg and grovel at their feet for acceptance back into that [cult]. Yeah right, not happening. Those losers are destructive head cases. I am happier without their toxic crap in my life. 

I told Nadine that I am happier keeping things the way they are and they don't need to bother me ever again. I told her that nothing I did was directed at them despite their paranoid delusions. I had as much right to be at my Grandmother's funeral as anyone. The only one playing games is Dianne on all of them. I got out and I am staying that way. I don’t want any of them in my life. Those losers can kiss my ass.