The Second Wife
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  • Parts 6
  • Time 1h 23m
Ongoing, First published Apr 06, 2022
Mature
Fifteen years ago, what feels like a lifetime ago, I would have told you that my (soon to be ex) husband was the most amazing man on the planet, but today many years and a few grey hairs later, I can now see him for what he is, he is a narcissist. Not the kind where when someone gets mad they throw that word around, he is an actual narcissist, and I have filed for divorce. Coming to terms with what my husband is was extremely hard because I have spent nearly half my life defending him. I would have taken a bullet for him. I loved him more than I loved myself and I will always love that person he pretended to be, but that's not who he is. I hid the truth of what was happening in my marriage and it's time to come clean.
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