Dear Narcissistic Ex
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Dernière publication mar., déc. 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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