The narcissistic Pastor
 Episode 1: The Perfect Pastor
Pastor Daniel stood on the pulpit, his voice echoing through the packed church. His sermon today was about love and kindness in marriage. He quoted scriptures, urging men to cherish their wives and treat them like queens. The congregation nodded in admiration, some taking notes, others nodding in agreement.
Among them was his wife, Ruth. She sat in the front row, her hands folded neatly on her lap, listening to the man she had been married to for over ten years. To the world, he was the ideal husband—a respected man of God, a role model to many. But Ruth knew the truth.
As the service ended, members of the congregation swarmed around Pastor Daniel, shaking his hand, praising his sermon. Ruth tried to speak to a few women, but before she could get too comfortable, Daniel shot her a sharp look. She knew what that meant. Stay in your place.
Once they were in the car, the mask slipped.
“Why were you standing there laughing with Sister Grace?” he snapped, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.
“She just—she was telling me about her child’s school fees issue,” Ruth said, her voice careful.
“You don’t have time for such nonsense. You are my wife, not their friend,” he said coldly.
Ruth swallowed hard. She had long learned to pick her battles. Silence was the safest option.
As they pulled into their driveway, Ruth tried to step out, but Daniel locked the car doors. He turned to her, his eyes dark.
“Next time, I don’t want to see you mingling. You don’t need friends. You have me,” he said, unlocking the doors and stepping out.
Ruth sat there for a moment, staring at the man she once loved, wondering how she had ended up in this silent prison.
She sighed deeply, got out of the car, and walked into the house, bracing herself for another night of enduring.
The narcissistic pastor
Episode 2: The Silent Prison
Ruth woke up before dawn, as she always did. She quietly stepped out of bed, careful not to wake Pastor Daniel. He hated being disturbed in the morning. She tiptoed to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast—boiled yam and egg sauce, just the way he liked it.
As she set the table, she felt a presence behind her. She turned to see Daniel standing there, his arms crossed.
“You didn’t wake me up for morning devotion,” he said, his voice cold.
“I— I thought you were tired,” Ruth stammered.
Daniel sighed, shaking his head. “You’re becoming careless, Ruth. A pastor’s wife should always uphold spiritual discipline. Or are you losing your faith?”
Ruth quickly apologized, though deep down, she felt no guilt. She prayed every day, but these days, it felt like her prayers were hitting a wall.
After breakfast, Daniel got ready for a church meeting. Ruth saw it as a chance to breathe. She sat in the living room, thinking of the life she once dreamed of. She had always wanted to run her own business, maybe a fashion boutique. But Daniel had shut down the idea immediately.
“A pastor’s wife has no business running around like a market woman,” he had said.
Just then, her phone vibrated. It was Sister Grace.
“Good morning, Mama. I just wanted to check on you.”
Ruth smiled. At least someone cared. She was about to respond when Daniel’s voice rang through the house.
“Ruth! Who are you talking to?”
She quickly ended the call. “No one,” she said as he walked into the room.
Daniel snatched the phone from her hand and checked the call log. His face darkened.
“How many times have I told you to stop talking to church members outside of service?” he barked.
Ruth’s lips trembled. “She just wanted to check on me.”
Daniel scoffed. “You don’t need anyone checking on you. You have me.”
He placed the phone on the table and walked out, leaving Ruth frozen in place.
At that moment, she realized something—she was nothing more than a prisoner in her own home.
And prisoners eventually find a way to escape.
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