My Story
I started this blog to share with you my first-hand experiences with the Narcissistic Ex (NX). I want to share with you all the knowledge I gained on Narcissistic and Emotional Abuse. Over the course of the last several years, I have read up on and began to understand what I endured. This blog cuts through all the professional jargon and gives you a raw, real look at what Narcissistic and Emotional Abuse can do to a person. These are real experiences with real feeling, to quote a friend.
I was not quite 30 years old when I met the NX. I was married at the time, so nothing happened with the NX when we first met. I thought I was leaning on a friend when I was having personal difficulties.
I was wrong. The NX swooped in and played the proverbial knight in shining armor.
Before long, we began a whirlwind romance. I was blindsided by all the attention and affection. He acted like the perfect gentleman and the perfect mate (see my post on Mirroring). He pretended to be exactly what I needed and wanted. No sooner did I begin to date him, than I became pregnant.
Little by little, he wove in the abuse. An insult here. A put down there. It was never all at once. Because then, I'd catch on to what he was doing. He needed to have me totally dependent upon him and give him the adulation and attention he craved. He'd humiliate me in front of people by making me the butt of his jokes. He'd issue a stern threat behind closed doors. He towered over me in terms of height. He frequently used his physical stature to his advantage and sometimes would stand with his chest puffed out and stared at me, as if to give me a warning of sorts. Sometimes, without even saying a word, he'd go so far as to use his physical stature to block my exit out of a room!
So many individual stories can be told, but I will save them for my blog posts. So start anywhere of your choosing. Feel free to comment below the posts and leave your thoughts, or share your stories.
After the NX discarded me, I didn't recognize who I was. I had become a shell of the girl I used to be. It took therapy and a lot of support from family and friends to even begin to get me on the road to recovery. I'm not completely healed by any stretch of the imagination, but I am certainly not where I used to be.
I was not quite 30 years old when I met the NX. I was married at the time, so nothing happened with the NX when we first met. I thought I was leaning on a friend when I was having personal difficulties.
I was wrong. The NX swooped in and played the proverbial knight in shining armor.
Before long, we began a whirlwind romance. I was blindsided by all the attention and affection. He acted like the perfect gentleman and the perfect mate (see my post on Mirroring). He pretended to be exactly what I needed and wanted. No sooner did I begin to date him, than I became pregnant.
Little by little, he wove in the abuse. An insult here. A put down there. It was never all at once. Because then, I'd catch on to what he was doing. He needed to have me totally dependent upon him and give him the adulation and attention he craved. He'd humiliate me in front of people by making me the butt of his jokes. He'd issue a stern threat behind closed doors. He towered over me in terms of height. He frequently used his physical stature to his advantage and sometimes would stand with his chest puffed out and stared at me, as if to give me a warning of sorts. Sometimes, without even saying a word, he'd go so far as to use his physical stature to block my exit out of a room!
So many individual stories can be told, but I will save them for my blog posts. So start anywhere of your choosing. Feel free to comment below the posts and leave your thoughts, or share your stories.
After the NX discarded me, I didn't recognize who I was. I had become a shell of the girl I used to be. It took therapy and a lot of support from family and friends to even begin to get me on the road to recovery. I'm not completely healed by any stretch of the imagination, but I am certainly not where I used to be.