Narcissism, how it started to destroy my marriage. I am the narcissist in the relationship, my wife Kayla, has 0% narcissism in her. Having narcissism in my life was more than enough to bring destruction to my marriage. Almost all the the traits tied to narcissism I have exemplified except for physical abuse.
I have gaslighted
I have screamed
I have confused her
I have put my needs above her own needs
I have criticized
I have love bombed
I have heightened her anxiety
I have made her doubt herself
I have caused panic attacks
I have destroyed emotions and emotional safety
I have lied and I have cheated
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Yes, narcissism helped me destroy everything good in my marriage. The self absorbed way that I live. Arguments I can win by gas lighting, confusing or commanding. Making my wife walk on eggshells to please me while not caring how that affected her. The lack of emotions I would share with her while judging and degrading her own emotions and struggles. The nights spent arguing and listening to her cry while feeling annoyed that I had to be inconvenienced by her emotions.
Why am I painting such an awful picture?
This stuff is real. This is a huge struggle for me and lots of other people out there. Narcissism and my choices have had us at the brink of destruction for years.
How do you come back from that? How do you heal? Where is the light in that dark tunnel?
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Am I ungrateful for everything my parents did for me?
Yes, I fucking am.
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To see the grotesqueness of what’s happening in America … this is not the America I dreamed of as a child. This is not the America I grew up wanting to be a part of, the America where I served in the military.
I was born in New York and raised in Ghana. When I was 16, my parents saved enough to send me back…
IDK who needs to hear this, but hang in there, ok?
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Ellis wakes up on the bed between Felicity and Nic. It’s dark outside still; the nights are long right now, and even though Felicity rises early, she’s not usually up before sunrise at the moment. She stays up late to spend time with Nic, after Ellis has become tired and gone to bed.
Bed. It’s soft, so soft he worries about floating away, but he wakes up held. Felicity’s warm arm is draped over his waist, her forehead against his back. Felicity gives good hugs, though she doesn’t like it when he nuzzles. Not like Master.
Nic sleeps on the very edge of the bed, now. Ellis knows it’s because he clings to them otherwise. When he clings to them, they don’t sleep. He’s heard them talking about it.
But they never push him off or send him to the floor. They never even mentioned it. Ever since those awful weeks with the voice, Ellis hasn’t been able to sleep in the dark alone. He reaches for them, to chase away the cold and loneliness of the pitch black in his head.
Felicity is a good enough replacement. Ellis relaxes into her arms, feeling her breath through his thin T-shirt, pooling warm and then damp on his skin.
It’s someone real, who hasn’t left in the night, or in any of the nights before now. She’s something he wouldn’t see at home, where even Master sometimes had to leave him alone.
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Never change your boundaries just because someone got angry because of them. You should not make yourself uncomfortable at somebody else’s expense. You are right to protect yourself and your feelings.
After years and years of struggling i finally found a way of coping that works for me. Drawing myself with damage i want to inflict. I dont want to seem like im romanticizing self harm, but this made me feel secure.
I finally got the discharging date! I’m so excited!! Its been 15 months of involuntarily hospitalisation and I’m finally stable enough to get discharged!!
tell that voice to cut that schitt out
Struggling rn so clinging to the positive things.
Positive things from today (18/01/2021):
- the neighbours brought cake and I ate a slice! (ED who?)
- i cuddled with my cat
- i got some homework done
- it snowed today, which is lovely
- my prn meds helped!
I want to talk to you.
I want to know how things are, what have you been doing? I want to know that you’re doing okay in lockdown.
My new job is going well and the only person I want to talk to about it is you. Lockdown is making me feel really down, and you always knew how to cheer me up.
It’s sad, isn’t it? That we were once so happy, and now we are strangers.
I know that there’s no “right way” to start recovery. But I figured that asking for advice doesn’t hurt. Are there any things that you would’ve liked to know when you were starting out?
Im in recovery and wont be using this account anymore, I feel amazing, I look amazing and my ass is fat as fuck please recover.
I wish I wasn’t scared of whole carbs and the thought of a well rounded nutritious food with healthy carbs didn’t give me high levels of anxiety 😫😫😫
But I want to enjoy perfectly fine foods again so I’m doing my best to reintroduce them little by little in my diet (diet as of way of eating). I deserve every piece of joy and freedom I can get and I’m going to get them.