The love he gives you is a precisely calculated dose - in the early stage it is hallucinogenic honey, in the later stage it is bone-eroding poison. He lifted you up into the clouds with his own hands, and smiled as he watched you fall into pieces. In his hot and cold cage, you gradually no longer recognize yourself.
This is not love, this is a "personality parasitism" that requires all your energy to support. And quitting him is the beginning of taking back your soul. This book is written for all those of you who are on the verge of suffocating in the illusion of a "perfect lover". It is a sober guide on how to identify, escape and finally rebuild yourself from the ruins. From disillusionment, to awakening, to rebirth.
Too much writing. That's what npd is like.