I married the Great Gatsby. Patriarch of parties. All was fine with that except--he didn't make an honest equal connection with people and they felt it. The return invitations didn't come. I think people felt uneasy. There was an underlying intimidation and manipulation that people can't put their finger on, but they feel it in their gut. Egotism and narcissism that left us only hosting parties, and almost never attending them. Nobody besides me was close enough to nail it as to what it was, but I knew. He was cool. People praised him. But nobody wanted to get close, it gave them the willies.
Then there was the nights drinking alone, that would be the rest of the nights, mornings, days on the weekends.
When he would approach me, I'd get that sinking feeling in my gut--uh oh, here we go, whatever it is, there's some form of psychological control over me involved.