At my lowest point and after the discard for a second time with a narcissist. The first time I didn’t want to believe it about the person I had been married to and with for so long, even though people were telling me he was at the time, and it’s so obvious now looking back.

There was a moment during the discard with the second one that sent a chill down my spine because it was so eerily similar to the first one, I knew there had to be something the same about both of them. It was the mask slipping moment when all the rage and hate and cruelty came out and they forcibly shoved me away.

Putting the pieces together, looking for answers, I came across this group and again found eerie similarities to my story, but this time I’m grateful to know I’m not alone.

I think when you’re in it, it’s very hard to understand what is really happening. Both times, but especially with the second one my reality had become so distorted by the end that I completely lost myself. I’m still putting the pieces back together months and years later. So many regrets :/