It is Sunday evening of Thanksgiving weekend and I have a glass of eggnog heavily dosed with brandy beside me. My Christmas tree was bought

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It is Sunday evening of Thanksgiving weekend and I have a glass of eggnog heavily dosed with brandy beside me. My Christmas tree was bought
Even years after going no contact the abuser will pop into your head sometimes. And it’s okay to feel a burst of rage at them.
I still have conversations in my head with the exN a lot. (exN = the narcissistic ex-partner, otherwise referred to as, “the Narcissist.”) Often, I
Day of joy post: June 13, 2017 I am unpacking in my new home. My things have been in storage for two months. It has
It’s been eight months since the day he threatened violence if I didn’t obey him, and since the day I ended our relationship. Two days ago, I was finally able to go no contact.
If they tried to assert their dominance like they used to, you wouldn’t care anymore. You would see them for who they are; a scared, frightened, cowardly soul who is unable to confront the reality of their existence.
The Narcissist told me I was nothing. He led me to believe I was unintelligent, lacked motivation, wasn’t attractive or sexy, wasn’t pleasant to be around. He succeeded, for a long time. Until I started wondering why he needed to battle me so. #Narcissist
My brother proposed to his girlfriend a few weeks ago. When I first was informed, my immediate reaction was overwhelming happiness. Then, suddenly and unexpectedly,
Dear Current Self, It’s been thirty years since we lived with the Narcissist. Thirty years have gone by. The whole horrible experience seems like such
I did not have a full-blown PTSD episode yesterday. I was able to navigate it and stay present. I had a toothache and I went
I’m not healed yet, but I’m better than I once was. A year ago yesterday I wrote a long post about having made it through
It’s been eight months since the day he threatened violence if I didn’t obey him, and since the day I ended our relationship. Two days ago, I was finally able to go no contact.
I moved out of our house one year ago today. One year ago was the last time I sat on my old red couch. It
He wanted me to be a stay at home girlfriend. With his next raise, the next promotion, the next job. That was when he would
I looked at the new supply’s Facebook profile again yesterday morning. I look every once in a while with the hope I’ll see some indication