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.
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.
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