Dear Narcissistic Ex
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Last published Tue, Dec 21, 2021
You know who you are and you have no shame. How does it feel to play victim in every aspect of your life? How does it feel to be a wolf in sheep's clothing? How does it feel to weaponize your own children for others to feel sorry for you? How do your friends really feel and view you? Is your momma proud? You grew up to be exactly like your father, a cheater. I fell in love with the potential I saw in you and the person you portrayed; however, the real you is disgusting and disgraceful. The stress, the pain, the emotional and physical abuse, the love-bombing, the gaslighting - All for what? You are a despicable human being and I hope Rachel takes the kids away from you. You don't deserve two beautiful daughters that will forever grow up trying to make an emotionally unavailable, narcissist proud. They don't deserve that.
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"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.
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