To The Narcissist Who Nearly Killed Me—Thank You
I wouldn’t use the word love, because I didn’t love you. I was stuck in a cycle of emotional abuse, which you tried to make me think, was love.
I wouldn’t use the word love, because I didn’t love you. I was stuck in a cycle of emotional abuse, which you tried to make me think, was love.
My heart remembers all of the good, but chooses to forget all of the bad.
The thing is, when you work with those that are vulnerable and defenseless, there are always those people out there looking to take advantage of them because they can’t fight back.
We both know that I deserved better.
The time I had once spent talking with you I suddenly had to fill, and nothing was enough.
A part of me will always be the girl sitting on the floor, waiting for him to hug me and tell me we are going to be okay.
I will smile when I remember that I forgot about you. I will smile because my heart will be at peace.
I went on to live my dreams, choosing them and the promise they held, knowing that if I gave up everything I’d wanted and worked so hard for just for you, I would resent you.
Our days were numbered, the writing was on the wall, but we chose to ignore it even when we were walking on a thin line. And eventually, the line broke beneath us.
I got ghosted, and at first I equated it to karma for my deep history of hiding and curving and ignoring.