All right, lean in close because this isn’t just advice; this is truth spoken straight to the soul. You can be tossed aside, blindsided, left staring at the emotional battlefield, wondering how someone who once called you their everything could walk away like you were nothing but dust in the wind. Let me tell you something bold, and I want you to hear it with your spirit wide open: the narcissist didn’t leave because you were weak. No, the narcissist left because your strength began to show. The light in you started to flicker back on, and let me tell you, light terrifies the darkness.
See, the narcissist isn’t just someone with wounds; the narcissist is someone who feeds on yours. You became their sanctuary of validation, a living altar where they laid their insecurities to rest through your tears, your begging, your undying devotion. But then something shifted. Maybe it was subtle; maybe you started asking questions. Maybe you simply existed in a way that made their mask tremble. And when that mask begins to crack, oh, they can’t handle it.
Let’s call it like it is: your pain became their playground—not love, not connection, not shared dreams—pain. They fed on it like it was divine nectar. The more confused you were, the more satisfied they felt. The more you reached out, desperate for truth, the more powerful they became. That power was the real addiction—not you, not your love, but the power to pull you close, push you away, and watch you suffer in the in-between.
But here’s what you need to understand: this was never about you failing; this was about them needing to control. And when they felt it slipping, when your love no longer bent to their command, they cut you off—not because you were lacking, but because you were awakening. That’s the twist that nobody tells you. The narcissist didn’t discard you out of rejection; they did it out of panic—the kind of panic that rises up when a puppet starts to cut its strings, when your spirit whispers, “This isn’t love; this is torment.” That whisper grows, and they hear it before you even say it.
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