The Narc and my Best Friend
She and I have been friends since we were 19. I introduced her to her now husband, who happens to be my Exs best friend.
She knew about this other girl before I did. Had her in her home. I was so mad that I unfriended her, completely. It wasn't the first time this had happened.
The more stories I heard about their long Thanksgiving weekend in Glamis together, hanging out, becoming close (in my head) the easier it was for me to come to terms with... She HATES my ex and she's looking this girl in the face knowing what type of man she's with. Basically laughing at her. And that feels good.
You see, my X friend is married to a worse Narcassist than I was. A man that tracks her. Totally controls her thoughts and emotions. She can't make a move without his permission. I can't tell you how many times she's tried to kill herself to escape. Cause she thinks that's the only option she has. She's too weak to leave.
Everyone thinks he's wonderful. He has the moto family fooled. Chances are any one in Motorcross knows who he is. And they all think he's a great guy. He's not famous by any means. He's just been in it for so long that he's made a circle of followers. Like my Ex. Anything P does, H does. P says and H bows.
It's quite hilarious when you see it. They'll make fun of my Ex. They criticize him behind his back. But that's how P gets his power. He keeps the weak ones close.
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