A letter to her...

Hey girl... it's me... the ex. The one you're being told is crazy. I'm not afraid to admit I was. Someday you will be too. He will make you crazy. He will tell people you're crazy. And they'll believe him. Just like you do now. 

I heard he's telling you he loves you. Isn't it magical? All the love bombing and telling you, you're the one. People will say I don't know you at all but in reality,  I know enough to see you where I once stood. 
You put up with the 10 second sex because he tells you it's because you turn him on so much and he can't help it. He'll tell you that for years to come if your dumb enough to stay. 
Please don't use the excuse,  "well, you stayed so you must be dumb too". I was married to him. I had children with him. We ran a business together. I FELT OBLIGATED TO STAY! 
So, what is it that keeps you there? It can't be the morning tongue being shoved down your throat. Or the smell/taste of Ajax in his semen. It surely can't be the way he wipes his ass and leaves shit on his balls. Gross! 
Oh.... maybe it's pity for the new physique he has to stare at everyday for the rest of his life. Or maybe you like all those things? Maybe you like not being mentioned on his social media while he shares posts of half naked women. 
I hope you like spending every weekend at his best friends house. Not knowing that he shares EVERYTHING with him. Maybe you'll get hit on to then be blamed for it. Take care of my ex bestie too please.  She's tried to commit suicide several times because of her Narc. Maybe she'll confide in you now.  
And lastly... don't get to close to my kids. I know it looks like they like you BUT they really just feel sorry for you. I know they're adults and I have no control over who they talk to. I'm ok with that. Cause they still talk to me. They are my life. They know the truth.  

You must be something special? He chose you over all of us. Even the grandbabies. In all honesty... you're just a shiny new toy who doesn't know what he's capable of... yet! 

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