The INFJ and the Narcissist – Part 5

beer makes the impossible possibleOften, it isn’t until after you do something that you realize how much you shouldn’t have done that thing.  So it was with marrying the narcissist.


In the flurry of preparations the morning of the ceremony, she was approached by well-wishers.  The look in their eyes should have told her something.  As over-thinking INFJs do, she assumed she needed to do more to make her guests comfortable.  Now, as she thinks back on the general mood of the attendees, she realizes those looks showed concern – concern masked by forced smiles.

What should the energy be on that big day? Isn’t it more about the marriage than the wedding?  Don’t two people grow together during the marriage?  Jitters and cold feet are present at every wedding, aren’t they?  The wedding was a formality.  The marriage was the true test of their rightness for each other.



Up to that point, she’d attended maybe two weddings where the energy was glorious.  One ceremony in particular stood out.  Everyone – right down to the oblivious kids turning cartwheels next to the buffet table, and the over-scheduled wait-staff – was struck by the rightness of the union.  The energy created by the joining of those two was felt by all.

Her ceremony?  Not so much.


As she walked through the backyard straightening tablecloths and aligning folding chairs, her father approached and simply said, “You don’t have to marry him, you know.”  How could he know that that thought had been swimming around in her brain for weeks?  That thought had terrified her and kept her from sleeping or eating.  She had frantically focused on wedding preparations instead of examining what that thought might mean.

Had anyone else had the nerve to ask her that question, who knows what she would have done.  But this was her dad – the guy who could never manage to be there for her – questioning her choice.  What the hell did he know?  She would show him.  She would get married that very day.  She would show him just how to make a marriage work.  She would show up the way he never could.

She brushed off his comment by saying, “Dad, knock it off.  I’m doing this.”  She walked back into the house wondering why she had decided to make a blouse with long sleeves for a summer wedding, and why she had thought it was a good idea to invite her dad.  (Later, she would realize that the dress she created was another attempt at hiding herself behind a billowy skirt and long sleeves.)


The thing about putting on your own wedding is that you don’t have time to cry in the changing room and wonder if you’re making a mistake.  Walking through the yard, straightening the house, making sure everyone and everything was in its place, she would reach up to wipe a tear now and then.  It was an emotional day.  There were bound to be tears.  There was no time to identify the cause of the tears.

Could she just be busy enough to get her brain to shut up?


Now she looks back and notices how he had avoided her prior to the ceremony.  At the time, she was too busy to see it.  Was he tending to his few family members?  Was he greeting her friends?  Or was he avoiding her because he sensed her indecision?  Perhaps his narcissism kept him busy with his own preparations.  Maybe she was avoiding him out of embarrassment.


The guests took their seats.  The judge stood and squinted under the sun.  The ceremony began.  The bride and groom sat side-by-side as each of their brothers took his turn to say a few words.  She wasn’t listening.  She was staring at the judge wondering how many folks the judge had married that were now divorced.

She straightened her shoulders.  In a strong, direct voice she said to herself, “You are 33 years old.  You waited this long to marry so that you wouldn’t screw it up.  You will do this and you will do it right.  Get up there.  Look this man in the eye.  This is your future.  Breathe.  Smile.”


As they walked hand-in-hand to take their places in front of the judge, she felt like she was getting ready to jump off a cliff.



To be continued …

Related Post

The INFJ and the Narcissist – Part 3 She'd filed herself down so much, she hardly recognized herself, but then not seeing herself made it easier to focus on him and his needs. He needed the house to look perfect.  He needed the car to stay clean.  He needed the lawn to be mowed in a ce...
When The Path Is Overgrown I am the stream.  I am the stream.  I am the stream. Yeah. Whatever. There are a few more rapids in the stream today. I do believe in the stream.  I am the stream.  But, today I needed a little help getting around a humongous boulder. ...
Words Got Her Out A few more boxes to pack and load into the car and she'd be done. She thumbed through magazine clippings that had been filed in an office drawer.   Some clippings dated back to her college years - that dreamy phase of, "When I grow up and marry, I...
Asking vs. Imposing I could have backpacked in Europe for three weeks after I graduated from college. I didn't. My brother did. My brother backpacked and made memories.  He ended one phase of his life with a grand adventure. He asked mom if he could borrow t...

Tags: , , , ,


  1. DON’T DO IT!!! I know, I know…I am too late.

  2. Z,

    I know.

    I was shouting at myself with the frickin’ megaphone held up to my ear and I still did it.

  3. Wow. The energy at my wedding ceremony was almost sombre, my mother was in tears the whole day. I always told myself they were tears of joy but looking back on photos, it almost looks as though she can see a disaster slowly unfolding before her eyes, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.

    My dad said the EXACT same thing to me while we were waiting in the car park for my narcisisstic “fiance now husband” who was holding up the ceremony, making sure his hair was JUST right.

    I didnt listen to what was going on either at my ceremony, i was too busy trying to silence that doubtful voice in my head. I too had that “jumping off a cliff feeling” but then again I love a bit of an adrenaline rush.

    I cant bring myself to say “I should have never married him” because of the 3 beautiful daughters our marriage has produced. That being said I wish my children were born into a more ideal situation.

    Thank you again for such a relatable post. Your blog makes me feel less alone.

  4. Sarah,

    Many times I find myself thinking that marrying the N was the price I had to pay to be blessed with Jen and Will.

    But every day I wish they had an involved father.

  5. We often second guess ourselves. Especially during moments when we really should. It reminds me of what you referenced before in regards to trusting your gut. That fully feeling in your stomach. Sometimes, however our greatest mistakes provide us our greatest gifts. For you Will & Jen., as well as gained perspectives about oneself.

  6. Hi Kira,

    Yes! Oh the gifts gained from mistakes. That’s what keeps us going, isn’t it.

    Merry Christmas, Kira. Always nice to see you here.

  7. Yes, it really is what keeps us going. I hope you all have a Happy & joyous holiday as well. Sending continued light & love.

  8. Thank you, Kira.

    Sending warm wishes back to you. ;)

  9. This. Whole. Series. I’m an INFJ 22 years past my experience and here I google ENTP narcissists because I still grapple with my pain and anger and found your blog. I could have written everything you wrote up until your wedding day. But thank God, I finally became strong enough to listen to my internal screaming and didn’t make it to our wedding day. Ironically, it was my dad I went to, in all my shame and embarrassment for having let things go even that far knowing all along it wasn’t right, and saying, “I can’t do this.” And he said, “Honey, you don’t have to.” Bless you for sharing your experience. As a postscript, I’ve been married 21 years to a wonderful, selfless man who does everything to keep his family comfortable and satisfied. A completely different experience. :)

  10. KP,

    Thanks so much for writing. Bless your dad for having your back. Your comment is a testament to intuition. Your comment also proves that history does not have to repeat!

    Thanks again, and take good care.

Leave a comment