When healing comes....
For most, it seems as though my healing journey just began. When in fact, it began the day I met that man. I fought the good fight for 25 years. Day in and day out, night after night, week after week, month to month, year after year.
My grief didn't begin when he discarded me 3 months ago. The discard was the final slap in the face that no matter what I did, how long I held on, what I put up with, he found the perfect time to make me feel all the shame for investing so much into him and didn't deserve the respect of being heard.
I do believe that his narc best friend was the ring leader. My narc was and always has been a follower. He would do whatever this guy told him to do as if he was under his control. Kind of like his own personal narcissistic relationship.
I have very valid reasons for why I believe this. He knows what he did.
As time has passed, I've shared many stories and memes that have helped me in my healing journey. If I've helped just one other person recognize the abuse patterns and make the conscious decision to get out before they waste any more time in this abuse, it was all worth it.
But now... I have found someone that matches my energy. Someone who knows exactly what I've been through. Who understands and nurtures my torn spirit. He is a lot of the things I've been looking for in a man, a real man, and I want to lay in his arms and finally.... exhale!
Healing is ugly in the beginning. It's painful. It's messy. And there is no time limit or frame on when it ends. It begins with you though. Begin. Heal. Exhale.
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