"I do not love you, you sick psycho, I hate you! You are terrorizing me and I wish nothing more than for you to not exist on this earth because you do nobody any good and the world would be better off without you!"
L.O. (The terrified 'Victim)
Weaponized Narrative
There is no narcissistic relationship without the weaponization of narrative. In the hands of someone like L.O., narrative is not merely a way to express feeling, it becomes a strategic apparatus: a self-preserving system of carefully managed lies, omissions, role reversals, and emotional blackmail. The goal is always control. And when that control is threatened, she pivots instantly into the victim, no matter how aggressive, hostile, or manipulative she has just been. This tactic wasn't occasional. It was the centerpiece of her psychological warfare.
The Setup: Emotional Inversion
In many ways, the moment I began asserting boundaries, questioning contradictions, asking for accountability, or even merely observing her behavior, she would launch into rage, followed almost immediately by declarations of victimhood. Her favorite line, repeated like a mantra, was: "You're destroying my life." She said this while threatening to destroy mine. She said this after days of silence, after calling me names, after orchestrating humiliations and betrayals. The inversion was stunning, and I now realize, entirely calculated.
One of the earliest and clearest examples came in a sequence of emotionally charged emails from August 13–16, 2024. In these, she accused me of “cold-hearted terror,” of trying to sabotage a nonexistent medical condition, of threatening her breathing and her life. She claimed to have a disability, one she never documented, while using that claim to accuse me of cruelty and blackmail. She issued multiple explicit threats: that she would “destroy my career,” “go public,” “release my photos,” “release my videos,” and even encouraged strangers to “stand outside my door.” All while insisting that I was the one threatening her.
L.O: “I have your address. I have your passport. If you dare to write any surgeon or do any other shit with the recordings... you will pay for it.”
, August 15, 2024
That same day, she followed with this:
“You don’t delete the recordings? Then I don’t delete the dick pics... You wanna go to war? You can have it.”
And yet, within minutes of those threats, she would pivot, playing the victim, accusing me of harassment, and positioning herself as someone “terrified” and “under attack.” This was her system: provoke, attack, escalate, then when confronted, cry victim.
Narcissistic Rage
One evening, during one of our regular Discord movie nights, something we did four or five times a week, I noticed something while watching her on camera. She was blinking rapidly. It was noticeable and odd, and I commented gently: "You blink really fast. Did you know that?" That was it. No insult, no judgment. Just an observation.
She flew into a rage. Shut down the chat. Blocked me for the night. The next day, I reached out to find out what had happened. Her reply?
"What you said to me, you just don't do that. You don’t comment on someone’s face... You don’t have the right to talk to people like that. That is not my problem but yours."
She went on to say she no longer wanted contact and that I insulted her "every other day."
The sheer disproportionality of her reaction baffled me at the time. But now I understand. It wasn't about blinking. It was about control of the narrative. Any observation that made her feel “seen”, any moment where she might not be in full control of her image — triggered an existential threat. My comment punctured the illusion she so carefully curated. And her response wasn’t emotional; it was tactical. She wasn’t hurt. She was enraged that I noticed something she couldn’t spin.
The Pattern of Reversal
This is the pattern I now see clearly in hindsight:
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She attacks first, emotionally, verbally, or through stonewalling.
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I respond, sometimes defensively, sometimes angrily.
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She reframes my response as the origin of the conflict.
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She declares victimhood while escalating or issuing new threats.
In her world, there was no such thing as mutual conflict. There was her pain, always justified, always paramount, and my actions, always framed as unjustified, threatening, and abusive. She constantly reframed reality so that I was the cause of everything: her distress, her lost job, her need to go no-contact, even her imagined medical condition.
“I will not be sitting here losing doctors appointment because of you... I will not let you get away with it just because you live in South Africa.”
Again, the threats were real, repeated, and explicit. And yet she would write a single line afterwards like, "Please stop terrorizing me like this," and use it to frame the whole exchange as my fault.
Manufacturing the Villain
In the end, what she wanted wasn’t justice. It wasn’t healing. It was a villain. She needed someone to point to as the reason for her pain, her failures, and her unraveling mask. She needed a scapegoat, and when I stopped playing the part of the submissive, forgiving, guilt-ridden partner, she turned me into that scapegoat.
The irony is that I was never trying to destroy her life. I loved her once. I didn’t want revenge. I wanted understanding. I wanted truth. And that made me dangerous, not because I had power, but because I had clarity. Because I saw through her performance she needed to destroy me.
And so she rewrote the script, turned me into the monster, and cast herself as the trembling, terrorized victim.
Closing Reflection
This page is not here to disprove her lies point by point, she’s told too many for that to be useful. It’s here to show the pattern. The psychology. The tactic. And to remind anyone reading: when someone always plays the victim, even while threatening you, humiliating you, or violating your boundaries, they are not a victim. They are an actor. And sometimes, a very dangerous one. As a final thought I want to remind you that we have never met in real life, she did all this to me through an entirely online relationship. She has destroyed my career, reputation, ability to make an income, my prospects in the field of AI, had my equipment confiscated, hacked my accounts and attempted to steal my money, almost ended my marriage, psychologically and emotionally abused me for a year all while she has suffered no ill effects at all, despite her cries of being"terrorized".
“The Narcissist’s Mirror”
Nine frames. Eight performances, One truth. She doesn’t change, because she can’t. There's the Mask, smile fixed, posture rehearsed, the warmth almost real. The other person is just temporary, a bit player. She's the star. A star that never changes her costume. She’s not posing. She’s posturing.
And then, in the middle, just for a moment, the mask slips.
The illusion vanishes and you catch a glimpse of the empty void inside. But there is something hiding. Something sneering and grimacing. Something ugly and disgusting. And then it's gone. The mask is back. The others are props, reflections of her desired self-image. The real woman is the predator posing as vulnerable. What you saw was the real 'her'. That’s her when she forgets to act.
And in the middle, the face she never meant for you to see. Now you know. You were never looking at a real person.
You were looking at the frames she wanted you to stand in.
You were always just a prop for her performance.
Below: One of her many "Friends " that come from out of town and stay over for the night, always single females. The reason is obvious.
