June 28, 2016 was the day justice was finally served. It was also the day I started to reclaim my life as I once knew it, before falling for all the lies, abuse, destruction, and devastation that comes along with loving the narcissist. My favorite quote from on that day was “You have been before this court 5 times for domestic assault against the same household victim. We, The Commonwealth of Massachusetts, find you Guilty and you are being sentence to 18 Months in the Plymouth House of Correction”.
Since that day my life has moved at very quickly…. and so many wonderful things began to happen and today I can honestly say.. I have recreated my life and I am flying free!!
- Finally made it to the other side. The hardest lesson in loving a Narcissist, is you LOVE them, but they are incapable to love you back . I’ve been unable to let someone fully in, until now. 14 months later and a lot of patience, from a very special man, I said yes!! I remember every little thing ❤️https://youtu.be/rI6Di0WZZRY
Another spot on Bullseye!
The lies we tell with reference to other people.
- She is just a friend
Oh no she is not. Whilst it is entirely the case that we will have friends, both in the inner and outer circles who are of the opposite sex, you should be aware that whilst that may be their current status, in terms of their ability to provide us with fuel, they once had a different status. The key word here is “just”. We say this to emphasise that this person is a friend and nothing more so don’t think you can pin any blame on us. The reality is that this person was once an intimate partner and has been demoted to a friend but is very much still in play. We keep them hanging on in the hope that they believe they will be reinstated and thus they keep providing us with…
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Thank you To my dear friend for posting this!! This is so spot on!! Hate the disease, not the addict! ❤️
Dear Addict Haters:
Hello, you don’t know me but I am an addict. I am one of the “junkies” you love to bash whenever someone mentions addiction on social media or hear it in conversation. I know it’s hard to forgive the things we sometimes do because of our addiction, but I have a question for you. What is the worst thing you have ever done? Obviously, I won’t get an answer to this question but think about it. The thing that you hate that you did. You know, that one thing that not too many people even know about. Well, what if everyone knew about it? What if for the rest of your life you were labeled by that one act that you would erase in a second if you had the chance? That is what being an addict is like, kind of. Now, I don’t feel like being an addict is the worst thing a person can be or do. You, however, feel like it’s a terrible thing. Don’t get me wrong: If I could erase it from my life, I would. In an instant, it would be gone, but I don’t have that option. I can’t even do what you do and pretend that this thing I did didn’t happen. In order for me to ensure it never happens again, I have to work hard on making sure it doesn’t. If I don’t, my disease will tell me I can have a drink or do a line and not fall back into full-blown addiction, but I will.
Do you work hard to make sure your worst thing never happens again? Let me guess… you are thinking, Addiction is not a disease. It’s a choice. Right?
Yes, all addiction starts with a choice.
The same damn choice you made when you were young and hanging out with friends. You drank the same beer I drank. The same pot I smoked. You even tried the same line of white stuff someone put in front of you at a party. You were able to walk away and not take it to the extreme.
Since I have the disease, I will spend the rest of my life either struggling to stay high or fighting to stay clean.
As children, we don’t decide we would rather be an addict instead of a cop.
You don’t see children pretending that their dolls and stuffed animals are dope sick.
When is the last time you talked to a little girl who told you she couldn’t wait to grow up so she could turn tricks to feed the insatiable hunger of her drug addiction?
My sister didn’t tell me about her exciting plans to become homeless.
My dad, not one time, told my mother to think twice before marrying him because he had high hopes of becoming an angry drunk.
I damn sure didn’t blow out my candles as a child wishing for a substance abuse disorder because I couldn’t wait for the day my beautiful daughters were taken from me by CPS.
Nobody wants to have substance use disorder.
Some of us just do.
So always remember:
You made those same choices, too.
You just got lucky that it was me and not you.
If you still have doubts, you can take those up with the Center for Disease Control or the United States Surgeon General. They have classified addiction as a disease, but then again… I am sure you know more about it than they do, right?
I pray that you don’t have to reevaluate these opinions because you find out your child or parent is an addict. If you do, just know that we will accept you into our community. We will help your loved one. Do you know why we would do that? Because we are good people who just want the chance to live like everyone else.
So please, before you write another post bashing people who are suffering, think about it. Not only are you hurting the people who have the disease, you could be hurting everyone that loves them. You have people on your friends list or might overhear you at work who have children who are suffering right this moment from addiction. What did they do to deserve the awful things you put out into the universe that do nothing but perpetuate hate and judgment?
You have a right to your opinion. But no matter what, hurting people is wrong.