Therapy Session #1: Narcissism
Remember when I told y’all I don’t see a therapist anymore? Well, here you are…about the kill it as my new confidant. Let’s put your mad skills to use. Pen and paper out…session #1 begins now.
I am divorced. Quite happily, actually. The fifteen-year relationship I deemed the most important in my life at the time was dark, unpredictable, unhealthy, and fake. I stepped into the light…tentatively and with lots of hesitation, but stepped nonetheless…and have never looked back in longing or regret. Not ever.
My ex-husband and I dated for seven years before tying the knot. I knew. I knew he wasn’t the one. I knew he had a major issue. I knew I was going down a dark path…possibly one of no return. But, I’m stubborn. I’m not a quitter. I like to be right, to prove people wrong, and to fix problems. He was a problem that I couldn’t fix, but I wouldn’t accept that for fifteen years. Continue reading “A Piece of my Fabric”