The beginning

I’m not a therapist. My ex hasn’t been, well at least to my knowledge anyway, diagnosed narcissist.  What I do have is 23 years, and counting, of life experience that has left indelible marks. Scars. 

Why did I spend years making excuses, years of covering up, years of feeble attempts at justifying what I eventually came to see is unjustifiable and wholly inexcusable. This is my journey to find the pieces of me he chipped away day after day, year after year. 

But this is not only a journal of Narc’s exceedingly bad behavior but also a testament of God’s faithfulness. I have to give glory to God. Every evil intention Narc directed my way turned back to him. Every evil finger point, every false accusation, every gaslit recreation of events shined back on Narc. This is a testament to the power of my friends and community lifting me up in prayer. God’s hand was evident every step of my divorce.

The beginning.