The Last Words

2 thoughts on “How It Is”

James

July 26, 2017 at 1:27 am

  1. Amazing! You had a narcissist who found his way into your life and was your husband for 24 years; gave you 4 children that you adore and provided for you all along the way.

    The symptoms of narcissistic personality disorder include: grandiose sense of importance, preoccupation with unlimited success, belief that one is special and unique, exploitative of others, lacks empathy, is arrogant, and is jealous of others.

    It must have been really hard for you to live with him. He must have always been expecting you to do great things like keep the house immaculate, always have dinner ready when he came home from work and be hospitable to his dinner guests. Was he always wanting people over to impress? That must have been terrible!

    I bet he exploited the fuck out of you huh? Was he always expecting you to serve him because he is so important. Geez, that is just stupid. He probably didn’t give a fuck about anything huh? Did he even cry at cheesy movies?

    I bet he also just thought he was the shit! No accomplishments like medals or anything but just expected people to bow to him huh?

    These kind of people need serious help. I’m glad you are free of him. More power to you!

    • Out of deference and respect for your father’s death and our daughter’s wedding, I temporarily disabled the blog and didn’t approve your comment for anyone to see. A friend just asked me to please open it back up as she has a friend in ministry going through the same thing and she thought my writing could help her. Thank you for this stellar contribution. You’ve given me SO much over the last year. More than enough. Please, no more. You rise or fall entirely by your own words and actions and it all happens in a court of law from here on out, not blogging or facebooking. I am neither your savior nor executioner. I am nothing to you. What a gory battle I’ve waged and raged to win that peace…to become that glorious nothing.

      I truly loved you with everything I am, and holy shit did I hate you to the same degree as you projected everything on to me. I allowed myself full feeling and expression of that hate – alone – countless times, terrorized and terrified. I took it all, Jimmy. All your hatred and self-loathing. I felt, absorbed, then expressed every last bit until I died. I knew I had to die with it or live to become the monster. Who knew resurrection was becoming NOTHING!? It’s so beautiful, Jimmy. How I wish you’d gone all the way with me instead of walking me right up to the fire, shoving me in and diving away.

      My last words to you in public are those I’ve already said to you in private. I wish you nothing but love and I hope you get help for your addictions in order to someday find yourself capable of mutually loving relationship with someone (anyone) without exploitative personal agenda and manipulation – first and foremost your own children.

      It’s never going to be me. It never was. That has been the hardest thing to admit after having spent my entire adult life convincing myself and the world that WE were everything together (and tragically being MUCH too good at it).

      There was never a We…only You, and I completely lost Me. Forward into the reality we each now choose for ourselves – alone. Everything that happens from here is what you have chosen/will choose for yourself. You will never choose for me again. I am nothing now, and I am free. Goodbye, Jimmy.

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