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What’s There to Miss About a Narcissistic Ex?
The illusion of what never was is a good start.
It depends on what day you ask me and my mood.
What I miss about my ex isn’t reality. That’s the hardest part. But do I miss our adventures, laughs, hugs, kisses, and the weird sense of humor we both had?
Yes, I do very much.
What I don’t miss is the reality of it all. That was a small part of the double life she lived.
She was doing those things with me and many others too. Everything she told me, she was telling some other guy with the same breath. I knew it, but I wouldn’t believe her.
She showed me many times.
I “don’t” miss the anxiety. I don’t miss questioning everything, wondering who she is talking to, waiting for my next trigger, looking like a dumb-ass to all her neighbors because I was just “another” guy that happened to be there “this” week, being painted the abuser, and being told lies that I wouldn’t believe.
I don’t miss my anger, although I still have much of it. I don’t miss my guilt from normal human reactions of pent-up revenge until I finally act on them and feel horrible afterward.
So, do I miss her?
I miss the potential she convinced me to believe; I sure as shit miss that.
Do I miss the reality of her as a person?
Not one bit.
She’s not a nice or good person. So, what’s there to miss?
Nothing.
