That’s precisely how a narcissist and a low self-esteem individual can be magnets to one another. Both see the golden luster of the other, and want to catch it to prove themselves that they are able to be partnered with very attractive people.
Once, in an effort to console my broken heart, Mum told me love should be like an old pair of comfy slippers. Oh gawd, I thought. Now that is tragic. How boring. How unromantic. I’m still not completely sold on the comfy slippers thing, but I sure am done with tragic.
When I started prioritizing writing -- getting up earlier so I could write before the kids woke up, saying No to morning coffee invitations, and resisting the call of all the little countless other things that begged for my attention -- I finally found the space and commitment to write regularly.