I loathe, detest, despise, dislike, abhor feeling bad. Sure we all do. But some of us can stand it maybe a tad bit better than others. I hate it!!! What’s important here is not who can and who can’t as much as how much I hate it. I hate it so badly that it would become the catalyst I needed to find consolation, peace, solace, relief and happiness, someway, somehow, somewhere. This girl was not going any further into the depths of misery than I had already gone. Then I had allowed myself to be taken. I was going to get out of misery. And, I was going to be better, get better and move on.
I simply … was … not … going … to … hurt another minute, hour, day or week. So, I definitely wasn’t going to spend another year in the misery I had created for myself out of ignorance and as another blogger so aptly quoted the definition of insanity “doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”
I had spent nearly all of my adult life in go-nowhere relationships with men who were either broken, wounded, emotionally unavailable and now I realize some may even have been narcissists, misogynists or even sociopaths. I made excuses, forgave not just poor behavior but bad behaviors. I would say through all of the bad relationships, I now realize that the Saving Grace of my awesome God saved me over and over again. Repeatedly, I was able to get out and move on with hardly any scars. I would continue to trust. I continued to believe in huMANity. And, I continued to be in hurtful relationships!
My relationship with a narcissist has shown me how careless I had been with my heart. I can still trust but I need to be more discerning. I must believe what I see is what they are. I must not make excuses for bad behavior. If he is a lying, cheating, debaucherous, womanizing fool, I will accept that and keep on stepping. There is no other way! No excuses, no compromising. He is not the man for me. To simplify it, I don’t need him and I don’t want him.
As I sit here on another cold and blustery day — yep you guessed it with my Bailey’s and coffee — I write in my blog and read the writings of other sister friends in the struggle. And Lord knows being in a narcissistic relationship is a struggle. It is one that will suck the life out of you. It strikes at your very core. It hurts you so deeply and so badly that you honestly believe the pain is physical! That was me in 2013. That was my pain. I was suffocating.
And then I decided I … was … not … going … to … hurt! I … was … not … going … to … hurt another second. The pain had to go away and it had to go away right freaking now! I set out on a mission to feel better. I needed a plan. First stage — counseling. I nearly ran into the counselor’s office!
At one point, I would beat myself up mercilessly for allowing such foolishness into my life. Sister friends and counselor urged me to stop blaming myself. Little did I know then, that was yet another stage of my plan of action. It actually helped in the healing. I needed to blame myself. Why? Because I was taking responsibility for my part in the nonsense. I had watched this man and his shenanigan’s for ten years. I knew better. Good Lord what was I thinking?
I prayed and asked for guidance. That guidance came in the form of showing me he was a narcissist. Who knew? Seems everyone but me. When I realized narcissism was real, I saw him differently. I saw him as flawed, as broken thereby a weak man. I do not like weak men! I no longer blamed me. He was clinically ill. There was nothing I had done to cause this. I think sometimes I may have forgiven him before I forgave myself. Forgiving myself was a bit of a challenge. Forgiving him not so much. He was a womanizer. I knew that! Why? Now, that I did not know.
And then because I … was … not … going … to … hurt, I started to turn it all around to a positive. I needed this experience. I needed something to bring me out of a fog that I was in that was only getting more and more dense. I needed a wake-up call. The narcissist gave me just that. He made me realize that I deserve a wonderful, kind and loving man. One who does not wear a mask, one who does not lure you in and then BAM, the floor drops out from underneath you.
My relationship with this man caused me to have expectations. It has changed me. I will never date a married man, a man who I know is in a committed relationship ever again. I definitely will not be a part of anyone’s harem. And, as far as the sex goes, he will have to work harder at it before I turn over my special lady parts.
I am now on the right track. My self-esteem, my love for me improves daily. Each and everyday I think of my wants and needs. I made a mistake. But, I will not allow that faux pas to cause me any long-term damage. I will move on to better and greater heights. I will live better than I have ever thought I would or could. And, I will spend how ever many days I need alone, absolving myself, loving myself and improving me.
No I … was … not … going … to … hurt any longer. I am going to be happy in love with me, my new best friend!
Treat yourselves better than well! Treat yourselves WONDERFULLY!