The werewolf is really getting tired of being a werewolf. It led to the untimely death of his fiance, and Match.com has banned him for life.
His "maker" doesn't understand. He thinks being a werewolf is the greatest. Except for that it really got in the way of his marriage to a non werewolf. So he finally sat his wife down and fessed up. She accepts him and wants to make the marriage work.
The lessor werewolf found out that the only chance for him to return to normal is to kill his maker. He went over to whack him and that led to a conversation about how werewolves can assimilate into a non werewolf environment, provided the humans in their life know and understand the werewolves predilection for running people through a wood chipper. At this point, I was oblivious to any analogy between the story and malignant narcissists.
So the maker turns to his protege, and with the straightest face I have seen since Hillary listened to Monica's public apology, and he says this:
My wife and I get along fine. I just have to spend one night a month shackled in a steel lined basement.
I about fell out of my chair laughing. I wondered why no one ever took this tack with my mother?
But you know? If I have to metaphorically chain someone in the basement to keep from being eaten alive, I think it's time for me to move along.
And that's exactly what my mother was doing with her N rages.
Medium chill might work for the engulfing narcissist. But a malignant narcissist won't be managed this way.
I was a 51 year old man, walking around my mothers house like a mouse between two cats.
That's no way to live. Just because some mean ass bitch is bored and likes drama.