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Dating a Covert Narcissist is Pure Hell
The manipulation will break you
I woke up this morning at 2.30 am, about 1 hour earlier than usual. My back is still bothering me from god knows what, and I go for more blood tests and a possible CT scan next week.
I lay in bed for a minute with a gazillion thoughts. I practice breathing and meditation to clear my mind. Meditation is challenging for me.
My mind begins to drift to the past. How my self-sabotaging behavior has affected me, and how I still miss someone that did some horrific shit.
“People like you are the scum of the earth.”
That was her last comment to me. I seek approval from someone like this. What is wrong with me? I obsess that one day she will understand her abuse. .
She believes I am the scum of the earth because of the topics I write about. She calls them smear campaigns, and I call them the reality that helps keep me sane. Me writing about my truth isn’t smearing anyone. In a sense, it is causing me to relive her abuse in hopes of having that “ah-ha” moment to wake me the fuck up!
I’ve researched every form of Cluster B Personality Disorder there is out there. It’s been almost five years of research. My ex before her was just as bad, but not as Covert. There is no fucking…
