This is a “love letter” written by a narcissist. It’s a great read.
This week I had dinner with my old nanny. She was part of our lives for the 1st 5 years of our marriage. She told me she missed how great we were as a family, she loved how much fun we had together.
I don’t really remember those times, so I was taken aback when she asked me what happened. After a pause I said “I got sick”. It was really as simple as that. I got sick. A sick person can not do all the things a narc needs to fill his emptiness.
Sadly, I knew early on in my illness that my marriage was doomed. I will always wonder who I might be had I left then.