Most of the wordy posts on this blog are from the email journal I kept during my years with the narc. I am now narc-free. The dates of the journal entries don't matter much, because the only things I wrote about were: 1. How crazy I felt and/or 2. How I was going to make this work. I left him so many times, I lost track. This time is for good, though. I know too much. I am keeping this blog for my own healing and processing, but I welcome you here with open arms. If you have been abused by a narcissist, I hope you are on your way out and find solidarity here.

Friday, December 19, 2014

I'm not building a fence 
to keep you out.
Hell to the no.

I will do no such thing.  
I get the expansive 
gloriness
of the universe.

No.  No one's going 
to contain me up.

This is what I will do.

I will cage you up.
I will set you aside.
I will put you in a dungeon.  
I will lock the door.

And walk away.

You can dance.
You can cry.
You can laugh.
You can thrive.

You will do it on your own.
Alone.
Have your cage.

But I get the rest of the cosmos.
I fly and zoom and flutter and dip
in and out of the stars.


Free.



Could not love him into love

I kick myself for hanging on for so long.

I feel silly, nay, stupid, for holding on so long.

I question my sanity for going back,

going back, going back so many times.

Then I think this:

I tried to love him into love.

But it was impossible.

He is forever

and always

unlovable.

Because he refuses to be loved.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Nothing

today I feel nothing for him
makes me rejoice and dance
and weep and collapse
all in one
fell
swoop

Friday, July 4, 2014

The Guest House

THE GUEST HOUSE
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

-- Jelaluddin Rumi,
    translation by Coleman Barks



Don't Go

He said, "Don't go.  
Don't go."
because he touched normalcy
when he touched me.

He could breathe when I was near.  

He felt,
he saw,
he glimpsed love
because I loved him. 

I loved him. 
I. loved. him.

And I am sad
that he has to suffer.

He made me suffer, yes.
But my heart is intact.
And I am sorry that he has to suffer.
Because I loved him.

I will never go back. Ever.
But today I can't not be sad for him.
I choose to carry that sadness
for now
feel it
and be okay with that.

07/04/10 


Thursday, July 3, 2014

Contorting and Chastising Myself, Always

no feeling bad
no obsessing

it does you no good

just go with the flow
don't be co-dependent
follow your heart

show a little restraint

but don't suffocate yourself, 
for goodness sake

and don't kick yourself
for being you

touch base if you want
pull back if you want

let your body be a guide
you are finding your way

this round is new
and you are finding your way

don't think you are so important 
and read things into things

just chill and lighten up sister
09/07/10


Powerless

and i says
that i'm holding all of that
just cradling the whole goddamn package
and seeing it in its stupid fucking fullness

what a crock
cause here i am and i feel like my arms are bound
and my legs are tied
and i am gagged
and fully confined

a slave
a prisoner

powerless

09/15/10
What a crock

Don't Panic

you panic
it's all about panicking

that you did too much
that he's fuming about you
that he'll pull away again
that you're screwed

no.
breathe.

you may go and find him later.
you will connect later.

just for now
let go.
no, really let go.

don't panic.
don't freeze.
don't obsess.

go.

09/15/10
postnote: this journal entry about sums it up, my relationship with the narc...always trying not to panic, not to obsess...

Everything

here's the thing
to ask you
if i'm your everything
if i'm above the rest
if i'm different than the rest
or if i'm just one of many
would be futile
to ask you that would be futile

any way i would phrase it
put it
ask it

any way i would go there
would sound anxious
would sound pathetic
would sound like i'm digging

and why would i dig
for something i already know

there's no point

but
but
but

can i live with this knowledge
knowing that he
refuses to admit
it?

and what if
what if
what if

i am wrong?
that i'm not his true love?

what if indeed, i am only helping him kill time
until she comes along

what then?
how would i feel about that?

that would be intolerable to me.
intolerable.

i have to be everything.
i know that about myself.

even if he doesn't acknowledge that
i am everything

i have to know that i am.
or we have nothing.

09/20/10

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Mr. Insightful

mr. insightful
is full of bullshit

but he has to be
to survive

is the smell
starting to get to me?

the little slights?
the little digs?

all so funny, ha ha ha.

starting to wear on me.

but if i say anything
i'm being too sensitive
too needy
too
too
too

so it is with you
i can't be too

that just wouldn't do

so i have to manage
and keep asking myself
if this is ok
if this set up is ok with me

for now it is
but my antennae is hyper aware right now
and my heart is set on alert

cause i'm growing a new kind of weary
not the crazy-i-can't-take-this-anymore 

kind of weary that i'm so familiar with
but a sad little weary in which i'm starting to think
starting to feel
like i don't just don't like this any more
but i can see too clearly what's going on
and my intolerance is growing

for now i'll carry on
tentatively
cause i'm too weary
to actually address it
or do something about it

maybe i'll fade out
like a nondescript sunset
and you'll move on
to your next fuck
your next lay

and you'll tell her
about me
and you'll speak more fondly of me
than you ever did when i was near

cause that's just how you operate

09/20/10

Home Sweet Home

i'm deciding

though i'm home
and i want to let you know
just in case
no.
that'll put me
in an anxious place

it will
waiting

and if you don't care to come
to me
that will ruin my afternoon

and i'm a lucky bitch to be home
this afternoon

so i'm not going to make a choice
that will ruin that

especially when i can smell
the scent
the scent of
back up
back off
back away

i smell it through the phone
through the computer
wafting and pouring into my house

the smell that shouts
SPACE

and makes it clear
what i need to do

i just need to see it in print
like this
and i then can reconcile
what i need to do
with what i want to do

there ya have it

09/20/10

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Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Real and Ugly Truth

and if you think i'm going to go
running to look for you, mother fucker

you are dead wrong
i don't need one more thing to be pissed about

see, i can be plenty pissed in my old regular boring life
thank you very much

i have plenty of hatred and anger to go around
without your sorry ass around to stir it up

and you thought i needed you
like hell i do


here's the real and ugly truth:
MY LIFE IS BETTER WITHOUT YOU.
I AM BETTER OFF WITHOUT YOU.
i believe this 100%.

don't have to worry about you NOT contacting me.
don't have to worry about you JUDGING me.
don't have to worry about me ANNOYING you.
don't have to worry about you IGNORING me.
don't have to worry about you MISUNDERSTANDING me.
don't have to worry about you going on and on and on and on about your SORRY LIFE.
don't have to worry about what you THINK ABOUT ME.
don't have to worry about all your BULLSHIT.
don't have to worry about you CHOKING me, throwing me to the ground, leaving me for dead.
don't have to worry about ENTERTAINING you.
don't have to worry about your DIGS and SLIGHTS and INSULTS.
don't have to worry about your MANIPULATION and CONTROL.
don't have to worry about PLEASING you.
don't have to worry.

am i talking myself into that?
perhaps.
but so be it.
right now. at this moment.  in my heart.  in my body.  in my brain.
i believe it to be so.
if i am deceiving myself
i will will it to be so
and it will be so
so be it.

09/27/10


Anxious

and let me remind myself this: 
i am anxious about you
i am anxious with you
i am anxious in thinking about how to communicate with you
i am anxious with you

i don't say things right
i second guess myself
i feel judged by you

you make me less than
i feel less than
because of you

you scare me
and i don't actually
feel safe and happy with you

i just enjoy the buzz
and the knowledge
of my sexual power

otherwise, the rest is a farce

i'm prepared to stay away for a while
but i don't know what is going to happen
i do not know how this will unfold

i have no idea
i just know that i must claim
some serious space
and distance
so i can think clearly
about what i am going to do now

because all your sweet talk
is like needles and thread
sewing my eyes shut
and i want them to remain
wide wide open
while i think this through

09/28/10

Morning

i have a different feel
this moment

up in the morning
the middle of the night

doing dishes
doing research
reading emails
writing emails

just don't feel
panicked
or worried
or anxious
or wondering

i just am
and i am doing
and i'm here

it's a pleasant little feel
for the moment

just am
so i am going to ride it
feel it
be it
and some day
think about it
in contrast to
some other middle of the night
crazed moments

that's all
later
i'll think about it

but for now
i'm gonna soak it up
cause it's good
09/30/10