One Year
Today is the one-year anniversary of ending my five and one-half year relationship with my narcissist ex. One year of choosing myself and sanity over chaos and confusion. I feel like I should be receiving a chip . Addicts will understand. One year since I broke my own heart to save it. Being in a relationship with a narcissist is very much like an addiction. Being a (clean) cocaine addict, I relate my dependency and love, for lack of a better word, for him like my addiction for drugs. It was so fun at first. It was amazing. I was on top of the world and if I started to question the sanity of what I was doing all I had to do was get a fix, release that flood of dopamine and endorphins, to convince myself the tough times are worth it. Until the bad times , the times of feeling like shit became longer and the high didn’t feel quite as good as it used to because you know it will kill you eventually if you do not stop . Like coke, it was fun until it wasn’t and by the time it isn’t ,