Why Narcissists Travel in Packs
Fast rebounds, flying monkeys, hoovers to exes, gang stalking, and unlikely alliances
I walked into my old home with a sigh — I’d come to check on my husband who I’d recently separated from.
I was concerned because the night previous, he’d shown up at my housewarming party with my new roommate; I had no idea how he’d discovered we were having a party or how he found my new location, but I was more worried about his well-being.
He’d barged in, found me, knocked me to the ground, and began beating me.
A swarm of men dragged him off me and chased him outdoors, where they gathered around him and kicked and punched him until my pleading cries for them to stop finally reached them.
My husband stumbled into his car with his flying monkey — a former closeted lover. I watched as the car swerved, hit a parked car, backed up, hit another parked car, and then finally sped off. My roommate was calling the police.
I felt terrible about all of it: I felt at fault for ruining the party, as everyone lost their jovial spirits and dispersed, and I felt at fault for shattering my ex’s mental health by leaving him, even though it’d seemed he had no love for me for many years.