And now your calm becomes confrontation, your peace becomes protest, your independence becomes prophecy: “I no longer need you to be whole.” And that is the undoing of the narcissist, because they didn’t just lose a person; they lost a mirror. And now every time they look around, all they see is the absence—not of your body, but of your belief in them. And that absence, that’s the reckoning they feared more than anything else. It tells the truth they tried to bury: you were never the source of my light; I was.
And maybe deep down, they hoped you’d come back. Maybe they thought they could charm their way in again. But you didn’t come back, because there’s no coming back to a story that was never yours to begin with.
Let me tell you, beloved, you didn’t just walk away; you rose. And while the narcissist spirals, while the illusion crumbles, while the mask falls, there you are, building something real, something solid, something sacred. You’re no longer living in reaction; you’re living in intention. You’re not surviving anymore; you’re becoming.
And I’ll leave you with this final truth: the moment you stop needing the narcissist to see your worth is the moment they begin to see the void in themselves. And while that truth may shake them, it’s what finally sets you free. Amen to that.
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