It has been three months since I was D&D'd by my narc of one year. Actually, this was our second-go-around. He was my sweet, dear boyfriend in high-school, 36 years ago.
This time around, he treated me horribly, kept me on edge, had another girlfriend, constantly compared me to her, wanted money, the list goes on and on.
But I loved him. I wanted to make it work. But you know what? He did me a tremendous favor. I can now look at my recliner in my living room and be glad that my little dog has taken up residence there, no longer him.
He is a miserable person, a pathological liar. I'm just ashamed I allowed myself to be demeaned for so long. I'm better and smarter than that. I guess I was under his spell.
I'm free. Still a little sad at times, but it is for the loss of a ghost of a very long time ago, not the disordered person of the past year.
I'm seeing the light.