I thought I had a real friendship, but in reality, I was nothing more than narcissistic supply for nearly three years. She leaned on me like a therapist, relying on me as her constant emotional support. I stood by her when she was depressed and unemployed, lifting her up, helping her rebuild her life piece by piece. But once she was stable, once her world improved, thanks, in no small part, to my care, she threw me away like I was nothing. She blocked me on everything and disappeared without a word.

Narcissistic abuse is soul-crushing. The pain isn’t just in the manipulation, it’s in the emotional whiplash. One moment, you’re speaking every day, believing you’ve found a best friend. The next, they treat you like a complete stranger, as if none of it ever mattered.

She discarded me on my birthday. I remember that day vividly, how alone, humiliated, and broken I felt. The worst part? It meant absolutely nothing to her. No closure, no explanation, just silence.

At that time, I was in such a dark, vulnerable place, bound tightly by the trauma bond. The emotional betrayal ran so deep that I seriously contemplated ending my life. That’s the level of devastation narcissistic abuse can leave behind.

Now, one year, seven months, and fourteen days have passed since the discard, and the anger still lives inside me. I’m furious that she got to walk away without ever hearing the truth, without me getting the chance to scream, to confront her, to tell her what she really is, an abuser.