It's OUR story


The more I thought about "My" story, I realized it's his story too. Whether he is able to admit it, own it, man up, is a whole nother tale. 
Narcissists are good story tellers. They are really good at getting people to pity them. Sometimes the things in my head that he's told people about me, haunts me. I use to be someone that wanted the truth to be known. I'd fight for it. Go to any length to make sure it was told. But as I've gotten older and certainly from all that I've experienced, I've realized that the only person who needs the truth is ME. I lived in a lie for so long that being free from it is all that matters. Not what others think. Not what others have heard. I KNOW the truth. He KNOWS the truth. And honestly if others want to believe the lies he continues to tell, that's their agony. I don't live there anymore and THAT is MY story. 
You get to a point where you realize that every single person that "believes" their lies are their continued victims. But YOU ARE NO LONGER. Every single person that pats them on the back, lends an ear, a shoulder, a word of encouragement, are nothing more than new victims. You can't save them. After all, no one could save you.. 
Maybe they'll never get saved. Maybe they'll never get to a point where they look back and kick themselves in the ass. And that's ok because you have. I have. I am FREE. 
Free to step off the egg shells. Free to leave a dish in the sink. Free to walk away from an unmade bed. Free from standing over the stove. Free from engaging in 2 minute sex with a selfish lover. Free from the people who believed his lies and looked down on me. Free from his friends who influenced him, because he was a follower, a people pleaser, a guy who gave his shirt for them. The same guy who tore his family apart. 
It's OUR story. His side is just a lie! 

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