He would also yell at me for not being proficient at things I’d never done before. All this while constantly needing my help with all manner of tasks that most people do independently without thought. The worst thing was probably watching them treat others, the way they should be treating you. When I was feeling depressed, I talked to him. He attacked me, called me crazy, and threatened to take me to the hospital (I was not a danger to myself or others). A month later, he asked me how to help a teenage boy he works with, who has depression and struggles at work. Yes, I advised him.
I did it for that boy, not for narc. That boy didn’t deserve to have potential support withheld, just because I had no support. He told me my feelings are “bullsh*t”, but when my daughter came out, he was all support, and concerned about making sure she felt accepted and supported (despite his homophobic attitude towards his own sister). No, I didn’t resent or feel jealous of my daughter; it wasn’t her fault. I was angrier than ever with him, because he showed he CAN care if he wants to, but just WON’T for me. The only person who he actually vowed to love, was the only one he denied love to. That was the most exhausting thing for me.