The Revenge Tour Is Coming

They Wrote A Love Song Just To Hurt You

It didn’t hurt because it wasn’t real — it hurt because you believed.

There’s a man on stage.
The lights are low.
He’s seated at a grand piano, hands gliding over the keys like a lover’s touch.
And the melody? It’s hypnotic. Beautiful. Emotional.
It pulls you in.

But make no mistake — this isn’t a love song.
This one was written to destabilize, demolish, and destroy.

Because sometimes, the most dangerous lies… are sung in perfect harmony.

🎶 Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies
🎶 Come on baby, make it hurt so good
🎶 You’re a heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker — don’t you mess around with me
🎶 Caught up in you… and I don’t know how to hold back

They weren’t just catchy —
They were conditioning.
Wrapped in rhythm. Laced with codependency.
And we? We called it romance.

Caught Between the Music and the Truth (If This Is You…)

• If you’ve ever confused manipulation with music…

• If their apologies came in crescendo, but the abuse returned in encore…

• If you heard your heartbreak on the radio and thought, “Maybe this is just how love works…”

Then friend — you were never crazy.
You were just caught in the soundtrack of survival.

The truth?
Most of us were handed a mixtape of dysfunction growing up.
And we played it on repeat — slow dancing with sabotage.

The Tour Was Never About You — It Was About Control (Going Deeper)

The danger with narcissistic revenge is that it’s not always loud.
It doesn’t storm in wearing horns and holding a grudge.
It often arrives dressed as regret.
As remorse.
As a heartfelt piano ballad that sounds a lot like love.

But behind the stage makeup and charm, there’s strategy.
Long-game planning.
A meticulous blueprint for how to bring you back… just to bring you down.

• They remember what you love.

• They mimic who you miss.

• They say all the right things — until they’ve dismantled your support system and put themselves back at the center.

And the worst part?
They rarely act alone.

The Flying Monkeys Have Taken Flight

They don’t always look like villains.
Sometimes they’re mutual friends.
Sometimes they’re your own family.

But when the narcissist needs a backup singer or a supporting act, the flying monkeys take the stage.

The term “flying monkeys” comes straight out of The Wizard of Oz.
In the 1939 film, the Wicked Witch of the West didn’t do all her dirty work alone.
She sent a swarm of eerie flying monkeys to capture Dorothy and her friends.
They didn’t question the orders.
They didn’t ask why.
They just flew in, snatched the target, and disappeared — no explanation needed.

It’s an unsettling image.
And it’s the perfect metaphor for how enablers work in real life.

Narcissists often recruit others — intentionally or passively — to carry out their damage.
These people may believe they’re helping.
They may even be close to you.
But make no mistake: they’ve boarded the tour bus.
And now they’re helping sell the narrative.

They’ll tell you “they’re just worried.”
They’ll say, “maybe you misunderstood.”
They’ll ask, “can’t you just let it go?”

But what they’re really doing… is keeping you on the tour.
Selling tickets to your pain.
Framing the stage just right so the audience never sees what happened backstage.