Tag: emotional abuse
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We’re taught that family relationships are sacred, that blood outranks behaviour, and that walking away is a moral failure. I don’t believe that anymore. Estrangement wasn’t my first choice; it was my last. It came after forgiveness, restraint, and repeated…
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Healing after a breakup isn’t about pointing fingers. It’s about honesty—looking inward at your own flaws, while recognising the patterns you can’t change in others. Only when you accept both can you truly grow and avoid repeating the same mistakes.
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A reflection on divorce delays, manipulation, and reclaiming peace by refusing to stay trapped in someone else’s need for control.
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When a narcissist calls you a narcissist, it’s projection—an attempt to rewrite history and keep you trapped in their narrative. The urge to defend yourself is strong, but the truth is they don’t care, and nothing you say will ever…
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She claims she’s over me. She says she’s “upgraded.” Yet she still reads my blog, still references me, still rewrites the story. If she were truly secure in her choices, she wouldn’t need to. The reality? Narcissists never fully let…
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In the early stages of a breakup, it’s easy to focus only on the love, the laughs, and the memories you’re losing. What you don’t see is the bad—the manipulation, the confusion, the ways a partner can subtly turn you…
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Despite what stories she wants to tell people to justify what she did. I’m a good fucking person. I’m not the monster she wants to frame me as. I took her on with a newborn child and a toddler. I…
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There’s a funny thing that happens when you tell your side of a story — especially when it doesn’t paint someone in the best light. People who once claimed to stand for truth, fairness, or loyalty suddenly become very selective…
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I’m at a point now where I both love her and hate her. And the part of me that still loves her? I fucking hate that too. Because yeah, she had good qualities. She was amazing at planning things —…
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After three weeks off work to deal with everything going on, I wasn’t sure I was ready to return. My head was still full — looping over everything that had happened. But that final weekend before I returned, something quietly…
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One day, you wake up. You wake up with clarity. The air feels fresher, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you’re not carrying that crippling tightness in your chest — the one that made it hard…
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Yesterday felt like a turning point — a real, tangible shift. For the first time in what feels like forever, I felt like me again. Not the version of me that was moulded by someone else’s expectations or dulled by…
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