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“I lived with a narcissistic pervert for 25 years: here are 10 signs that should alert you”

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Far from being just a manipulator, the narcissistic pervert is a true emotional predator — feeding off the trust and energy of their victims, slowly draining them of their identity and strength.

The victims, often empathetic and generous people, find themselves trapped in a relationship that wears them down little by little, often without realizing what’s happening.

Liliane, now 63, needed 25 years to put into words what she endured. For a long time, she believed she was simply in a turbulent marriage — full of highs and lows. She didn’t know that what she was experiencing had a name, or that she was under psychological control.

It was only after separating and working with a psychologist that she finally understood: “Everything fit — his behavior, the destruction, the control. I had spent 25 years living with a narcissistic pervert.”

Today, she openly shares her experience to raise awareness among other women about these invisible predators.

When Love Turns into Control

Like many victims, Liliane spent the early years caught in an illusion. Her partner was attentive, charming, and flattering. He showered her with affection and promises — she felt special, chosen, unique.

Then, slowly, things shifted. He started criticizing her opinions, her clothes, her friends. He mocked her “for fun,” reversed situations whenever she showed emotion, and constantly threatened to leave — while keeping her hooked through carefully timed affection.

“I didn’t even realize I was losing confidence. I used to be independent, lively, full of ideas. After ten years, I was just a shadow of myself.”

He never hit her — but for 25 years, he inflicted psychological violence that left deep scars.

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