I Thought I Could Change a Narcissist — Here’s How It Destroyed Me
It wasn’t some dramatic explosion that opened my eyes. It wasn’t a cheating scandal or a screaming match. It was something so simple… it still haunts me.
I was sitting across from them at dinner, exhausted from another day of emotional warfare.
I was tired of defending myself, tired of explaining my feelings, tired of proving my worth.
And I looked at them and realized…
I could give every piece of my soul to this person, and they would still never be happy.
No matter how much I loved them, they’d never love me in a way that healed me.
They didn’t want a partner. They wanted power.
In that moment, I knew:
I had to choose me… or I wouldn’t recognize myself much longer.
Chapter Five: The Battle of Leaving and the War After
Leaving a narcissist is not just walking out the door.
It’s crawling out of an emotional battlefield — bruised, battered, but desperate for freedom.
They didn’t make it easy. The apologies came. The promises. The “I’ll go to therapy,” the “You’re my soulmate.”
Then, when I didn’t budge… the insults. The smear campaigns. The threats.
Narcissists don’t mourn you. They mourn their control over you.
I went no contact. Blocked. Deleted. Disappeared.
It was terrifying… but it was the beginning of reclaiming my life.
Chapter Six: Healing Wasn’t Beautiful… It Was Brutal
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