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I have been writing about how I struggled, kicking and screaming, to force my narcissist to get healthy. I knew he could do it. I had complete confidence in him. Never did a woman have so much faith in her man. David was a giant to me, a real hero. I knew he was special and I believed in him. He could fight this narcissism (and PTSD) that kept him separate from the rest of humanity. He was so isolated, and it hurt him. My David told me he was a warrior and I believed him. I didn’t have a clue