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The Narcissistic End

Happy New Year!!!

Oh how I’ve missed you all!! How have you been?

It’s been a crazy few months between finishing up my fall classes, the holidays and having the ex F.I.N.A.L.L.Y. get the rest of his shit out of my barn. The last particular event – yes, it was an event – is what ultimately has set me free from the ex.

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Unfortunately, it involved the police.

That came as a surprise to me but it really shouldn’t have. Despite his claims to the contrary, he LOVES drama. It is what drives him. He gets a high from it. Positive or negative. He has been an adrenaline junkie from the time he was a toddler (his mother confirmed that).

So prior to coming to get the remainder of his things, he went to the sheriff’s department to let them know there could be a potential issue.

ANNNDDDD there was…………..

The man still owes me some money – not a lot – but a few hundred dolalrs that we agreed to out of the thousands he actually owes me. After loading all of his stuff (2 trucks and 1 trailer worth), handing me the registration to my trailer and a pair of my underwear (gag me), he informed me he didn’t intend to pay me. His exact words were “I said I HAVE the money. I didn’t say I was giving it to you”.

FUCKER.

At that point, I said “fine, I’m calling the police”. He took out his phone and called them himself.

Keep in mind, he couldn’t call and say “she’s demanding I pay her the money I owe her”. Nope – instead, to get them to come, he told them I hit him (which I did NOT – hindsite though, I wish I had).

So he and I are in the middle of my driveway (my poor neighbors), he’s on the phone with the police, screaming “AHHHHH, she’s hitting me” (still not hitting him). At some point I hand off the registration and underwear to my son-in-law (totally not thinking) and he hands them off to my daughter. I’m following him around saying “hang up that God damn phone”. Then his 27 year old son steps between us and says to me “You really need to stop. You know this won’t end well”.

REALLY???? Stop what? Stop challenging him? Stop trying to get him to be an adult for once?

And how dear boy do you think it WILL end?

He was insinuating that his father would hit me.

So I walked away.

Ten minutes later, I have a police officer questioning me, my son-in-law and one of my friends about the incident. Now, all three of them (the ex, his son and his son’s friend) are claiming I hit him. Idiots.

Once the police officer realized what was really going on, she left to go talk to the ex. Her partner was with them while she was with us.

The absolute rage that I felt is indescribable. I have always taught my children to say that they strongly dislike something rather than using the word hate.

This is how narcissists roll – they thrive on the drama, the intensity and trying to make everyone think you are the bad guy. I can only imagine what he’s told his family and friends.

That night, I felt true hate probably for the first time in my life. It was almost as bad as sorrow. I felt that way for a couple of weeks. It finally changed to resolution.

I honestly now believe that it had to end the way it did. As painful and frustrating as it was, I needed that ending and to feel that rage to move on – to close, lock, duct tape, nail and glue that door shut.

The thought of EVER reopening that door, makes me ill. When I’ve verbalized that to my friends and family, every one of them has sighed with relief.

It’s now been 10 months since he moved out. I feel like I’m on my way to being whole again, maybe more so than ever before. Note I said “on my way”. It’s a daily work in progress.

I find myself wondering how I ever allowed myself to stay in that toxic relationship for so long. Sigh…. I guess the truly important thing is to never let it happen again.

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Which brings me to the question, HOW do you begin to trust yourself again?

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend filled with love and laughter!

Peace & love!!!

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Continuing to Move On…………

The 9th of this month will be month number 7 since the breakup.  I have to admit, I was not doing very good for a while there.  After this man had been such an utter dick to not only me but also my family and friends, I truly thought him being out of my life would be easy.

It was NOT.

I missed him; I missed having someone snuggle me; I missed having someone to talk to; I missed having someone who COULD do the “boy” stuff around the house.


After some thought and repeated (self-induced) heartache, I realized that I didn’t miss him – I missed who I wanted him to be.  I wanted him to be my soulmate, my other half, my love.  Instead, he was a tyrant who was constantly angry about something and giving both me and my kids a hard time.  I may have loved him but his actions didn’t show that he loved me.

Of course further fueling the hurt was the fact that he moved back in with his wife (no – they never divorced; yes….I KNOW).  Although he continued to insist that he was just sleeping on the couch, the social media connections his sister, niece and sister-in-law are now making with his wife, indicate something completely different.  And it feels like a betrayal – these same people insisted that she was lazy, a horrible cook (IF she cooked), a drug addict and basically didn’t care at all about family or her husband.

And now they’re buddies…………..

HIS FAMILY said these things about her – as did he.  So the question is, were they simply repeating what he told them?  I now believe so.  God knows what he’s telling them about me.

Sitting around being sad about a man who clearly could toss me aside doesn’t change that THAT is the exact thing he did.   He didn’t want to work on the relationship.   It doesn’t change that he used me.  It doesn’t change that my children HATE him.  It doesn’t change him.

It changes absofreakinlutely nothing. NOTHING.

And I think on some level he knows I’m suffering and enjoys that.  It makes him feel important. And that pisses me off.

In an effort to attempt to heal I found a quote that has significantly helped:  “Suffering changes nothing”.

When I start to think about him or them, I repeat it to myself. Nine times out of ten, it’s all I need.  The times it doesn’t work, I ride it out and tell myself I’ll worry about it tomorrow.  Usually by “tomorrow” it’s history.

In the meantime, I’m enjoying my family, my friends and my puppies.  It IS getting easier each day.  I just wish it weren’t taking so damn long!

 

Peace & love!!

 

 

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Healing

 

 

In an attempt to fill the void I have from the breakup – you can read about the breakup here:  http://daphnes-delights.com/2016/03/16/the-breakup/, I decided to make a few additional changes in my world.

So, I began with my home.  When we moved in together a lot of the decor was influenced by my ex.  I tried desperately to NOT make anything too girly (because he continuously complained that his ex-wife always did).

The master bedroom – what it was:  Paint – tan; lamp shades – maroon; bedding – maroon/print – somewhat masculine.

The master bedroom – what it is now:  The paint is the same but I’ve changed all of the bedding.  It’s now soft creams and greys with accents of a light pink.  I’ve included big, fluffy throw pillows with crocheted edging and one sparkly, beaded throw pillow just for fun.

The bedding I purchased was very similar to this Grey Comforter Set.  The throw pillows I bought are to die for – comfy and adorable.  Here are a selection of throw pillows to chose from pink throw pillows.  Now I need to find some girly lamp shades.  I’ve hung up some new artwork, put my craft supplies in his closet so I have easy access to them, and bought myself a soft fluffy blanket to snuggle up with.

I also rearranged my bedroom so it is NOTHING like it was when he lived with me.  I am attempting to wipe the slate clean!

I’ve also been spending a lot more time with my kids and grandkids.  The blessing in all of the heart break has truly been this time with them.  He never liked the kids to be around.  Now, I see them once or twice a week (the ones who don’t live with me).  We have dinner together, go shopping, go to the movies.  It is simply fabulous.

Another void filler is time with my friends because (you guessed it), he didn’t like them to be around either.  I’m able to go to girls night dinners, get pedicures, attend Sip & Paint events, even  *gasp*  have girls nights at my house……which previously was completely frowned upon.

I have even spent a couple of afternoons lying in my hammock.

I wish I could tell you that I’ve had time to read a good book but I haven’t.  I’ve been on the go pretty consistently.  I’m hoping that this winter I’ll be able to get a few good ones read.

Now, even with all these changes and void fillers I still have moments where I’m sad and feel lonely – almost 5 months later.  BUT it IS getting better and when I have those moments I try to remind myself that its only momentary.  And it ALWAYS is.

At the end of the day, my life is much, much better without him.  It’s just the initial change that made it difficult.  Every day it gets a little bit easier.  And I’m sure it will continue.

I’m planning a weekend getaway for me and ALL of the kids this fall.  My heart is filled with absolute joy knowing that they want to spend this time with me.

I am blessed.

Peace and Love to all of you, my friends.

 

 

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Penis Lull

 

 

Although I’m pretty sure “Penis Lull” isn’t a legitimate term or diagnosis, the struggle IS real.

The term sprouted while I was at dinner a few months ago with some friends (a few of us single).  One of my friends said “I’m soooo in a penis lull”.  It is what we have loosely dubbed our current attitude toward the opposite sex.

Penis lull is that kind of “meh” about getting out and dating, coupled with the inability to completely let go of our ex.  While we don’t want the ex’s back and can CLEARLY recite each of their character flaws (i.e. why they’re idiots), we’ve hit an exaggerated dip in the healing process – a lull – and can’t seem to move forward.

Hence, “penis lull”.

On the other side of the coin, a close friend of mine left her husband (of 3 short years) AFTER I broke up with my boyfriend and she already has a new man in her life.  SHE is not in a penis lull.  She hopped right over the dip and jumped back in (and on).

Her breakup was just as, if not more difficult than mine was. So how did she avoid the lull?  Is it simply that she has a stronger self worth than I do?  Does she subscribe to “in order to get over someone, you need to get under someone”?  I personally do not subscribe to that thinking by the way.

I saw her recently and told her that I was still in contact with my ex.  Her response “Do you want me to throat punch you?”  (did I mention she’s a little aggressive?!).

Is her aggressive nature what is keeping her out of the lull?

That could be it!

She is of the mindset that she is not going to let any man bring her down – it is simply NOT going to happen.  So she cut her losses and moved on.  She didn’t lolly gag around and feel sorry for herself.

I want to be able to cut my losses and move on.  I’m not enjoying the penis lull.  It’s horrible.  I have no desire what-so-ever to date.  NONE……..penis lull.

But beyond that, I want to be able to completely let go of the ex.  I want to move on and be ok, really ok, being single.

So what do you do when you think you’re in a penis lull?

Right now, I’m spending as much time as I can with my friends – girl time – delighting in the fact that I can.  I’ve also done a bit of redecorating, crafting, reading, clothes shopping – really enjoying myself.

Is it helping?   Meh………..

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Peace & love!

 

 

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Sleeping with the Ex

 

 

Well, the moving on process is going horribly.  I fucked up and I slept with him – once (ok, ok – twice).  I also had dinner with him another night………..and I’ve answered his calls and texts….

THIS isn’t  technically called moving on, is it?

Sex didn’t make me feel any better – it actually made me feel worse after the “fix” wore off.  And to boot,  it was NOT very good.  He seemed disinterested and didn’t even “finish” – either time.  I think that made it much worse.

Why do I do this to myself?  I’ve somehow tied this man to my self-worth and he is not worth that level of importance at all.

He still, after nearly two months, has shit (a lot) in my garage and is still whining that “his life is not complete without me”, sends me little kissy text faces but yet has done nothing, I mean NOTHING, to prove that his presence in my life would be valuable to ME.  Clearly, its about him as it always has been.

I need to grow a pair, tell him to come get his stuff and move the fuck on with my life. I don’t want to waste any more time on this jerk.  I’m tired of feeling bad.  I simply want to live my life peacefully (as peacefully as is possible with teenagers in my house) and be happy again.  Is that too much to ask??

Sorry for the spouting……….I needed to get it off my chest.

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Moving On from a Breakup

 

 

So how long does this process take exactly?  When will he no longer be at the forefront of my thoughts and dreams?  I hate it. I simply HATE it.

I want someone to give me the exact steps that need to be taken to feel better and the exact date that it will happen.  And I want proof.  I want someone to tell me that in two months if you do x, y and z, you won’t even recall that you were in a relationship with that loser.

Don’t get me wrong, I have good days.  Days when I can focus on work, school and my family.  Days when I’m thankful and happy.  Days when I know this was for the best.

And then there are other days when I can still physically feel the pain of my heart break.  Days that I want to crawl under the covers and hide.  Days where I want to call him and beg him to love me again.

Of course the reason we aren’t together is still very clear in my mind.  But somehow, I keep getting stuck on the fact that had he truly loved me, there wouldn’t have been an issue to begin with.

I want to feel his touch, his lips on mine, the warmth of his body next to me.  And then sometimes, I just want to punch him.

It’s all soooo conflicting.

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The Breakup

I first and foremost want to apologize for my absence.  This has been one of the most difficult months of my life.   My heart is filled with absolute sadness.

The man that I have loved (for many years) and I have decided to part ways.  He is a narcissist and I was duped.  I know ultimately, this is for the best.  We are COMPLETE opposites and while opposites do attract, they also can, and generally do, implode.

When I say complete opposites I mean:  he smokes weed, I do not; he doesn’t work, I do; he sleeps until 11:00AM, I’m up at 6:30AM; he believes respect is obligatory, I believe its earned; he thinks he gets points because “he never even cheated on me” and and I think there simply are no words for that statement.  Ultimately, he stole from me and that was the last straw.

And honestly, the list goes on and on.  I saw the writing on the wall a long time ago and ignored it.  I wanted to avoid the “icky” part of breaking up – the painful, gut wrenching, ache that you feel when you hurt.

Over past 5 years I have lost both of my parents, divorced my husband of 2o-some years, watched my daughter go through a horrible addiction and took custody of my grandson.  All while working and raising my other children.  I couldn’t stand the thought of losing One. More. Person.

But now I have.

I’m on the other side of the “icky” part, still feeling the sting but not crying every 20 minutes.  It just sucks.

I am blessed with great kids, great friends and family and a strong will to survive – which I will.

For all of you struggling in a relationship, life is short.  Do what you need to do to be happy.  Even if that means in the short run, you have to be uncomfortable.  Every day I feel a little bit better and stronger.

In the meantime, I will simply trust that this is what I must do.  That the universe knows what’s best.  It’s a process.

Peace and Love.