Exactly 2 Weeks After a Breakup With a Narcissist

Ruminating and Reflecting …

I don’t know who actually broke up with whom…
All I knew is that the advice that I would give someone else in my position is to GTFOOH — Short form for “Get the Fuck Out of Here”.
I imagine me talking to myself and giving me advice — what would it have been?
“What gives him the audacity to talk to you that way? You would not allow any of your friends or family to get away with that, so why would you allow him?”

“What gives someone the audacity to think they can treat someone so poorly and rudely?”

And that did GTFOOH. I would have no one to blame for the inevitable, impending destruction to my mind, body and and psyche if I didn’t pack up and go. There was no ignorance here. I was lucid.

I am healing.

God has been kind to me that I was able to extract myself from this situation in a span of seven weeks — it could have been seven devastating years.

He may move on to have a perfect life. Real life isn’t a Holly/Bollywood film where the bad guy gets his just desserts. That isn’t the way the script is written in real life.

In real life — I make peace with myself. I apply the concept “life isn’t fair”, and accept the fact that there is yet more destruction that he may leave in his wake. And it’s not my watch anymore.

My watch is my life. To move on and swim out and into this ocean of life that is vast and bountiful. To live my life powerfully. What happened had to happen. It was my fate and destiny to have met him, and once it had unfolded sufficiently to reveal the nature of the connection, I have agency to choose the outcome from the encounter with him.

And I’m proud that I realised that I mattered too, and I stood up for me, and chose me.

I will heal.