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Sometimes you don’t want to let go.  You, sort of, need to hold on.  You start thinking that you might be able to help, especially when it’s your partner, your friend, the ‘love of your life’… but turns out he’s an SPV… and you find yourself looking down a cliff without knowing how you got there and how you’re going to get out of that one.  Like a nightmare!  In which you see the waves crashing against the rocks and - you know - the fall is going to be fatal!

This story is about an SPV I’ll call: diluted SPV.  The kind that will drown you or push you off that cliff without realizing it’ll be the end of you.   This diluted SPV had a ‘sweet old lady’ as a mom, dimmed by old age… that is… average in manners and behavior.  Nothing out of the ordinary - according to the version I had - but not so fast, dear!  First, I must tell you that I was about to say bye-bye… and he knew it…

I still don’t know how I got so careless… manipulation at its best I guess… I was being the victim of constant lying, deceit and ambiguity by this diluted SPV.  But, since he’d run out of drama; well… he was seeking for new material, OK?   As a result, my presence was required, one winter afternoon, at his shrink’s office.  He said he needed to oust his agony… but with an audience, of course, like any SPV would.

That was way too much information for my psyche in just an hour!  I’ll try to disclose - hoping to get it right without confusing you - the story I heard that winter afternoon and how the whole scenario, he’d portrayed a while back, about mommy being average… just turned into something I didn’t expect!  

There had been some attempts to blame the old woman of his own deceitful ways in the past… but this new scenario was like a freaking psychological Tsunami to me!

He began telling his ‘tragic’ tiresome story - the one that excuses him for his ‘phobias’… yeah see, now he says he’s phobic! - and, as minutes went by, I am the one who was entering a phobic state… I just wanted to get the hell away from there… but I just sat quietly listening, to whatever bullshit came out of his mouth, and biting my tongue as to stop me from interrupting.  His shrink… not mine!

Mommy, average mommy, now turned out to be an alcoholic.  That same mommy that he had portrayed as an overly protecting mom… a working mom fighting for custody against her mean wicked ex-husband who tried to abduct diluted SPV a couple of times…  Now, she’s an alcoholic who had separated him from his now loving dad and… blah, blah, blah… went on an on… for so, so long!

When he was just a little boy, he continued, drunken Mom had taken him on a trip and had invited a couple of men into the hotel suite; one of them a cop - yes, yes… as to make the story a bit more dramatic, right? - when he was awakened by a woman screaming… jumped out of bed, and witnessed a violent scene.  When he tried to help drunken Mom, diluted SPV was whacked unconscious… never knowing what happened afterwards.

Yeah… Hmmm… I mean, really?  Average Mommy?  And… unconscious?

At this point, our faces went… I don’t know… somewhere… ‘cause when he looked at us he began saying that, oh, well… he really didn’t know if he had dreamt it or if it really happened or…

Uhm, what?  He comes out with the most freaking complicated longest story in the world and now he doesn’t even know if it’s true!?  Ok, so where’s the freaking drama then?  Dreams causing shrink appointments with an audience?????  See what I mean when I said I was about to say bye-bye?

The shrink hugged his dried tears while I watched the scene from afar wearing my winter soul… my frozen soul that was weighing the information… still trying to give him the benefit of the doubt!!! …yes, I mean, my conservation instinct tells me that when an SPV talks… you listen!

I tried to form part of the group hug and even said something about his mom that he took as an aggression from me… so… the point of the story was…? What?  I don’t know, really, I’m lost here!  Wasn’t the point of the freaking story to pity him?  Ok… he’s diluted SPV, remember? 

Next morning, I’m the one being complained about!  Yes, Me!  I sat as an audience and now I’m the crazy bitch talking ill about Mommy!!!  That next morning I confirmed what I already knew… that the whole freaking story was a lie!  Yes, another one for a change!

See?  They love doing that.  SPVs strive for attention, whichever way they can get it, and they usually succeed.  I mean… they’re good!!!  That keeps them on the track to ratification and consecration as SPVs!  And then they wonder why… you just up and leave one day!

Main goal of this diluted SPV: getting to shine as ‘Center of the Universe’ once again, being pitied, and almost psychologically pushing me at the edge of the cliff and… I don’t know… I know there are a bunch of other reasons this diluted SPV had for that winter-afternoon-shrink-appointment-with-an-audience but… what the heck… Who cares?  Said bye-bye anyways!

This story is just so you’ll know… like I do… that SPVs are capable of anything… even making up a night with drunken, possibly raped mommy… during a trip… when he was a child… and smacked unconscious…

You cannot tell me that this diluted SPV doesn’t have a fertile imagination, huh?  He nearly pushes me off the cliff and forces me to yell: Where’s my parachute???