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Don’t Come Back
“Don’t come back”!
As she would always say, 2 years later, and these words are still echoing in my head, through my ears,
Constantly on repeat. Leaving me on edge,
and utterly confused and dissociated.
Little did I know that it was her way of abusing me, and belittling me and manipulating me.
Making me weak, unable to speak up for myself. You see the narcissist enjoys feeding off others pain. It gives them power and control. It feeds their ego because they like to feel powerful. I was angry at myself for allowing myself to be abused like that. Maybe this person was teaching me a very valuable lesson. And as the days go by, my vision gets clearer.
As I become stronger, the affects of the abuse start to fade, but there are times when I get flashbacks of the horrid memories. How could I let them get away with hurting me? Did I not love myself enough? or was it just a repeated generational cycle inherited from my family.
Prehaps, i didn’t know anything about boundaries. That explains why and puts everything in perspective. This woman knew what she was doing. She had it all planned beforehand, abused me in every way and then disregarded me when I no longer satisfied her needs. A perfect definition in disguise, with a cold heart and demonic eyes. That’s who she was. And the way it started, was exactly how it all ended.
© InsideWarrior
As she would always say, 2 years later, and these words are still echoing in my head, through my ears,
Constantly on repeat. Leaving me on edge,
and utterly confused and dissociated.
Little did I know that it was her way of abusing me, and belittling me and manipulating me.
Making me weak, unable to speak up for myself. You see the narcissist enjoys feeding off others pain. It gives them power and control. It feeds their ego because they like to feel powerful. I was angry at myself for allowing myself to be abused like that. Maybe this person was teaching me a very valuable lesson. And as the days go by, my vision gets clearer.
As I become stronger, the affects of the abuse start to fade, but there are times when I get flashbacks of the horrid memories. How could I let them get away with hurting me? Did I not love myself enough? or was it just a repeated generational cycle inherited from my family.
Prehaps, i didn’t know anything about boundaries. That explains why and puts everything in perspective. This woman knew what she was doing. She had it all planned beforehand, abused me in every way and then disregarded me when I no longer satisfied her needs. A perfect definition in disguise, with a cold heart and demonic eyes. That’s who she was. And the way it started, was exactly how it all ended.
© InsideWarrior
