The edgy Emo look was gone, replaced by a pair of grey track suit pants and a green t-shirt that stretched over the six month belly. Purple Converse sneakers on her feet. ‘Ready for another session with the sociopathic narcissist?’ she said with a sly smile.I nodded tersely.‘I wondered how you would feel about that assessment. I stand by it Libby, whether you like it or not. It doesn’t mean I don’t like you or want to see you have a good life but you need to balance your perspective and develop empathy.’‘Why?’ she said and slumped back into the soft chair in front of me. ‘I’m happy with me just the way I am.’‘Really?’ I asked, raising an eyebrow. ‘You’re content with how you’ve painted your life, how you’ve shaped the character you present to the world. When you say ‘me’, who are you talking about. Tell me all about Libby O’Neil. The good and the bad.’She sighed. I knew it was a good ice-breaker to ask a narcissist to talk about themselves.‘From the beginning, Libby,’ I smiled and urged.
