My Life with a Megalomaniac

I just spent a year of my life dating a totally self-absorbed emotional child. Only I didn't realize it until he broke up with me--by giving me the Silent Treatment until I broke up with him. Classic.

He's thirty. No, not thirteen. THIRTY. THE SILENT TREATMENT.

The absolute best part may have been this: When I finally realized that he's capable of loving only himself, I announced to him that his bizarre treatment revealed his true colors, and they were Megalomania and Narcissistic Personality Disorder. He later sent me this gem of an email....

"Your comment opened my eyes. I didn't know what megalomanic meant, so I looked it up. I found it true to be true, and I don't see a problem with it."

Are you freakin kidding me? I actually dated this bozo?

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