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I’m Saying Goodbye to the Old Version of Me
The version that did not love me enough
In recent months, I connected with a person who has narcissistic traits. I endured months of emotional abuse, which left an ugly, permanent scar on my emotional history. Here’s the gist of how it went.
I allowed my boundaries to be violated even when it was clear that those words and actions were red flags.
I remained seated on the bench even when someone slid his hand under my bra and squeezed my breast. I swatted his hand away, but my ass remained on the bench.
I continued holding onto someone’s hand even after he tried to pull me into a public toilet.
I returned a force-fed kiss in the lift before the door opened, and I pushed him away.
I still had sexual relations with him, even after struggling so hard to resist advances, stiffening my thighs, folding my arms tightly across my chest, vehemently saying, “I don’t want to.”
I endured such blatant mistreatment even when I knew that they were red flags because I was thirsty — that thirsty. I was so thirsty for emotional and physical connection that eluded me.
I endured the pain and ridicule of being told, “Your complexion is so bad… You should go for monthly facial treatments…
