Infidelity was staring me in the face one Sunday evening in October after our kids were asleep. My husband confessed his affair as he sobbed, tried to comfort me, gave half-ass excuses, and tried to make it all okay any way he knew how. And believe it or not, I didn’t want to rage on the woman he was fucking. I didn’t scream and demand answers. I didn’t crawl in bed and stay there.
So there I was, feeling truly mentally healthy for the first time in my adult life, wondering if my sexual health was something I might have to sacrifice for that gift.
Whether you’re married to someone who’s narcissistic, call them “Mom” or “Dad,” or are a mere bystander to a very long-game grift of a celebrity wife appropriating a whole new identity for the better part of a decade and then doubling down on it without taking any accountability whatsoever, well, we all know a narc!
FROM THE CONFESSIONAL
Confession #25811755 My mom is a narcissist. She even cut off KIDS to talk about herself. I'm sick of this.
#25807356 "Just came to realize much of my sadness and isolation right now is because DH and DD are both narcissists. They aren’t capable of understanding that I am tired of being the only one who cooks, cleans or does laundry. Can I get the courage to leave?"
#25792821 "H is a bulldozer, gaslighter, and all around narcissistic jerk. Even our kids know it and they respect him less. At least I've raised them to recognize toxic behavior, just wish it wasnt something their father does/is."