Free From You
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From age 13 to 17 I experienced domestic abuse in a long distance relationship with a same sex partner. This is a compilation of all the experiences I can remember, as well as some general information on narcissistic abuse.
This book will probably be very unorganized. Memories come and go, so I'll write them as I remember them.
[This is probably gonna be private but if I end up making a video about my experience (idk yet) I'll Probably link this since it'll go in depth about what narc abuse is and narcissistic abuse behaviors. However this is my experience and not all experiences are the same.
If you know anyone in my personal life do not harass them.
Do not victim blame in the comments.]
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