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I Know a Victim of Narcissistic Abuse That Died Tonight
He went down fighting and never gave up
He had just finished his last can of beer, and he knew his death was imminent. He’s been dodging it for the better part of 4 years. He told me he always knew what he was dating and couldn’t pull away from her. The bond was too tight. Every time he’d get a breath of fresh air, he would go out with a friend or go to a bar and drink. Then, before he knew it, or what he remembers, he was off to the races texting her.
He knew how to read her, he said. He would usually send a message through WhatsApp. See, she was very clever like that. She had him blocked on everything else but would always leave a tiny crack open so he could come and get the monthly dose of his drug of choice, her.
He said they would always end up having a wild night. Sex, drinking, music, replanning their future together, and much of what he doesn’t remember. She always told him the sexual chemistry between them was unique, and she’s never felt anything like it. He said the same, but see; he wasn’t as experienced as her. And hers was based around manipulation, and he thought it was love.
They would pull it back together, but he knew something was off. He knew there were others; there always was. She was either obsessed with him or completely…
