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The Life We Talked About Could Have Been Ours.
The rise and fall of a Narcissistic Relationship.
Was it Narcissistic abuse? I’ll never know. I had 3–4 therapists and 100’s of hours of YouTube Videos tell me it was. Why can’t I accept it? Why can’t I accept her as the abuser she is?
It’s been 45 months of me chasing someone that quickly sets me aside and goes to other men. It’s been 45 months of me questioning what the other four men I know of had that I didn’t.
Her words are like sweet honey on my ears.
She loves me and only me. She can’t stand the guy in Oregon, but she needs him to help with her website and the contest promotion she enters. So she won’t hesitate to fly out and use him, but she does fuck him some to keep him hooked. Her ex-husband is just that, an ex. There is nothing there anymore other than the hefty alimony payment she receives monthly. Well, and for him to pay all the expenses for the kid’s college. And the guy in Texas meant nothing. He’s a good guy but can’t get it up. There are other men, and I care not to mention.
Then, here I am. A guy that helps clean her house of horrors when she needs me. I’m there for her kids when they need help moving to school or a ride home from work. I’m there for a shoulder to cry on when the other guy left her. I’m here to leave her little notes on her…
