Empath

I have mentioned that I am an empath. A strong one. It came to me yesterday why this falling out with the former tenants hit me so significantly. More than just suddenly having a friendship you thought you had suddenly hitting the rails… It’s because I didn’t see it coming. The empath side of me failed. I had some clues, some internal guidance that I listened to. Like, when I was invited to dinner, I always brought half of what we were eating. Something told me not to allow this small thing to be weaponized (literally that was what I told myself) against me. The overtures were always so gracious, and the company & conversation so delightful.

I have since learned, from someone far more learned than me, that people with narcissistic personality disorders and sociopathic tendencies (suppositions, not diagnosis), are VERY good at presenting themselves in a glowing light, until they’re not. His skills in this department are stronger than my empathetic nature.

And, unless things should change, this is the last I’ll post about this regrettable situation. May they go with God.