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When No One’s Watching: Living With Mr. Covert Narcissist

  • Writer: Melanie
    Melanie
  • Dec 19, 2024
  • 5 min read

Updated: Jan 1


When No One’s Watching: Living With Mr. Covert Narcissist

Living with a covert narcissist can feel like navigating a maze of contradictions. In our household, this manifests in stark differences between my husband’s public persona and his behavior at home. To the outside world, he is calm, collected, and composed—a man who would never hurt someone or act irrationally.


When triggered in public, he might mutter a few angry words under his breath, but he never escalates. He’s mastered the art of self-restraint in public, a skill likely honed during childhood. Meanwhile, if I’m perceived as making a scene, he doesn’t hesitate to express his embarrassment. At home, though, it’s a different story. His anger sharpens, harsh words flow freely, and there’s no filter. What sets him apart as a covert narcissist isn’t just the duality—it’s his inability to reflect on his actions or confront the truth about himself.


He clings to his public image with an iron grip—the one he shows to the world is the one he believes about himself. The moment I attempt to reveal the reality of his behavior and take the mask off, even privately, it’s like a bomb goes off. Chaos erupts, blame is shifted, and denial becomes relentless, as though the smallest crack in his self-perception is unbearable.


For years, I was fooled by this duality. Covert narcissism thrives on gaslighting, making you question your reality. When I’d confront him about hurtful words, reactions, his response was always the same: “I never said that. You're a liar.” Writing things down didn’t help. Recording episodes didn’t help. Even when faced with undeniable proof, he would accuse me of manipulation or claim I deserved it because I had provoked him.


The cycle of invalidation and blame is exhausting. The irony? He constantly accuses me of embarrassing him in public with impulsive remarks or emotional reactions. While it’s true that my borderline tendencies once led to public outbursts, I’ve worked hard to reflect on my behavior, own my mistakes, and change. But the same cannot be said for him. He prides himself on his flawless public image, yet the harm he inflicts at home doesn’t seem to bother or embarrass him in the slightest. The real trouble only begins when his carefully crafted façade is challenged.


This is the defining trait of covert narcissism: an obsessive need to protect an external façade at all costs, even if it destroys their closest relationships. What makes it worse is that no one else sees it. Family, friends, and even the couple therapists we’ve seen only witness the polished exterior and the "messy" wife. My husband has no hesitation in telling anyone who will listen, “My wife is crazy. Can’t you see?” With my past borderline diagnosis as ammunition, people believe him. And I get it—it’s easy to trust the person who appears calm and collected. What they don’t see is the monster behind closed doors who created this so-called “crazy woman” in the first place.


Emotional abuse is invisible to those who haven’t experienced it, and this lack of awareness delays healing. I once read that the symptoms of borderline personality disorder and post-traumatic stress from covert abuse are almost identical. That realization was both terrifying and validating. For years, I thought I was slipping back into my borderline patterns. I blamed myself entirely. This dynamic between a narcissist and a borderline partner is uniquely toxic and dangerous, in my experience.


Over the past four years, I wasted so much time trying to “fix” myself, convinced I was the problem. I took extreme measures—at one point, I immersed myself in conservative, religious teachings about how to be the “perfect wife.” I was obsessed with being the ideal partner for him, thinking it would solve everything. Of course, it didn’t. The problem wasn’t me—not to the extent at least I had believed.


I’ve spent countless hours trying to pinpoint the exact moment when I began to truly question my relationship, to acknowledge that something was deeply, fundamentally off. Looking back, I believe I’ve found it. It was 3 and a half years ago, right after the birth of our daughter.


I was a new mother, struggling with breastfeeding—a task that was both physically painful and emotionally overwhelming. It was my first time doing any of this, and I was completely lost. The postpartum period left me in a haze, cocooned in a bubble with my baby and fumbling through days with no routine to anchor me.


For the first two months, my husband was at home with us. He wasn’t working. He was on holiday from his job, which should have been a blessing and should have made him relaxed. I remember one particular afternoon vividly: I was in the rocking chair with my baby, clutching the box I had prepared with everything I thought I’d need for feeding. But I had forgotten the water bottle—again.


The moment I started feeding, the thirst hit me like a wave, more intense than anything I’d ever experienced. My body was screaming for water. I called out to my husband, “The water bottle!” expecting nothing more than a simple assist. What I got instead was a barrage of irritation and shaming.


He got upset—really upset. He scolded me for being so forgetful, for needing him to help me. “I’m not your slave, you know,” he snapped, accusing me of acting like a princess, expecting to be “served.” I was shocked. I sat there, exhausted and vulnerable, with our newborn in my arms, being belittled for something so minor. It wasn’t just the words; it was the tone, the lack of empathy, the utter disregard for what I was going through. I was recovering from childbirth, sleep-deprived, vulnerable and desperately trying to figure out motherhood, and yet here I was, being shamed for no good reason in my opinion.


In that moment, something cracked inside me. I remember thinking, This isn’t normal. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. What kind of man speaks to the mother of his child like that? A mother recovering from childbirth, navigating the steep learning curve of breastfeeding, and just trying to get through the day?


That moment was a turning point for me. I think in every covert abusive relationship, there comes a moment like this—a moment when the abuser does something so glaringly wrong, so devoid of empathy, that you can no longer ignore it. You’re forced to confront the reality that something is deeply, fundamentally wrong.


That was my moment. And it was only the beginning of a much longer journey toward understanding the dynamics of covert abuse, gaslighting, and emotional neglect. Looking back now, I can see it clearly, but at the time, I was still hoping things would get better. They didn’t.


Recognizing the covert narcissist for who they are is the first step toward breaking free from their cycle of manipulation. It’s not easy, but it’s necessary. For anyone living this reality, know you are not alone.




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