Last week I did something that I really didn't want to do. Thursday evening, I went out in the cold and rain to sit through a “customer appreciation” dinner at the dealership where we leased our car. My husband, Terry, wanted to go, but he couldn't, because he just had knee surgery and was supposed to stay off his feet. So he put on his best smile and cajoled me into going. The event included a drawing for a big, flat-screen TV, and to win, all we had to do was show up. There wouldn't be many people there, so our chances were good. I knew I wouldn't win the TV. I'm not the lucky one—he is. Plus, we don't need a TV. The one we have is fine. But Terry, like most men, is a gadget guy. He reall …
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How to recognize and recover from everyday sociopaths - narcissists