If you ask me about overcoming a toxic relationship I use the word love to describe it
You have left me crippled. You have destroyed me. My heart is no longer childish and trusting. It is closed. Closed and dark and coffin-like. And safe. Safe from hurt. Safe from blame. Safe from you.
Loving a narcissist is not beautiful. It is not artistic. It is not romantic. It causes nothing but pain and we need to stop focusing on the pain.
You were there for him no matter what. But you know who else you were there for? Yourself. Because when he left you hanging, you pulled yourself up.
You had your chance, you had plenty of chances for that matter and you just kept pushing and pushing her further away until she remembered how to walk on her own without you. And she did. She said goodbye and now you can’t accept the fact you lost the best thing in your life.
I’m tired of burning, of being the one who waits, who wishes you came around to stay. But the truth is that you never will come around to stay, no, you don’t love me – not enough.
Friendships should enhance your life – not drain it.
I was free from the name-calling, the belittling, and the feelings that I was never good enough.
Because it is different. I’m a different person. You’re a different person. The impressions we’ve made on each other have molded and formed us into new beings.
He liked having control over me and when he couldn’t have that anymore, he liked to hurt me. And he will hurt you, too.