The narcissist is still playing the same game, still shifting blame, still spinning tales of victimhood: “Everyone leaves me. No one understands. People are cruel.” They wear misfortune like a cloak and weaponize their past like a dagger. But here’s the thing: they never tell anyone they are the common denominator. Every broken bond, every burned bridge, every failed connection—they were there for all of it, making choices, wielding control, taking what wasn’t theirs to take: your time, your empathy, your laughter, your rest, your clarity, your soul. It was never just about love; it was about ownership. It was about taking up space in your mind, your dreams, your every waking moment.
Even after you leave, they’ll try to stay—a stray text, a memory seeded through mutual friends, a shadow of “I miss you” disguised as curiosity. But don’t answer. Don’t look back. Don’t reopen the door they left cracked on purpose. Because they don’t miss you; they miss the version of themselves they got to be in your light. And when that light moved on, they were left with nothing but the reflection of their own darkness. Let them fade. Let them spin their web for someone else. It’s not your story anymore. You’ve turned the page.
You’re living proof that healing is possible, even after the storm. They’re trapped in a cycle, and you broke free. But here’s the truth they don’t want you to know: narcissists don’t always win. In fact, when you walked away, you flipped the script. Maybe you gave everything—your time, your heart, your patience. Maybe you were the kind of person who loved with both hands wide open: a giver, a healer, a soul wired for empathy, with a heart so full it overflowed even when it was hurting. And the narcissist? They drank it in, exploited it, blamed you, gaslit you, played the victim while standing over the damage they caused and asking you to apologize.
They didn’t just want your love; they wanted your mind, your thoughts, your entire emotional climate—stormy only when they said so, sunny when it served them. They wanted control. And when you took that away—when you said “no more,” when you cut off contact, chose yourself, and protected your peace—you struck a wound they’ll never show. They’ll act like you meant nothing, replace you overnight, post photos, fly to new places, celebrate a new supply. But let’s not get it twisted: you are free, and that freedom is something they’ll never understand.
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