Isn’t it amazing how with just a single flip of their ever tripping switch we can suddenly forget the near death experience we just had…

Have you ever just wanted the drama and conflict to be over so badly that you would almost go back in time to stop whatever you did to make it erupt into a volcanic annihilation?!

STOP!

If you did not pick out what the problem was in that question, you go and book yourself a therapy session, you do it right now!

Yes! I’m a sucker! Yes I’m still in it! No! I don’t plan on going anywhere! Do you think that’s going to stop me from saving anyone else??

Does anyone out there feel like even though you’ve always known who you really are, and maybe, you even actually kind of liked yourself…you now suddenly pick a mask to don every single day?

The mask choosing is the worst, because each character has been picked apart by the narc and has left you with an array of personalities and every single one of them broken and damaged by their judgmental assassination!

You become the person of many faces, so so many faces, but every single one of them requires some work to arrange well enough so that the shame doesn’t seep out!

This…this is the mask that he may have created, and he may have bruised, but I hid it far away before he could shatter it…the empath!

Wrapped within the sarcasm and bitterness of being the “part time whore” lies someone who is desperate enough to live out her decision, but hopefully, caring enough to at least share the tale and the experience.

You don’t know me and you never will…because I am so far gone from being one person I have created so many identities that mish mash to form one functioning human…but take it from all sides of me…

You cannot heal a soul that no longer exists…and you cannot hate a human without a soul, they don’t deserve it, and honey…neither do you!

Everyone is so excited to talk about narcissists…they love throwing the term gaslighting around as if it were a packet of free M&Ms…

If you know…you know…if you don’t…you’ll shout it out at the top of your lungs begging for the world to pay attention to you!

I’m in my third abusive relationship…with a sociopathic narcissist and man do I fucking love him. Would die for him. When people say that, they dont really mean it, would they die for the person?

Unless you’re living death, you dont know what it means to sacrifice your sanity, your health and your well being for someone who couldnt care less if you lived or died.

It takes a special sort of person to watch you unable to breathe while still screaming at you and telling you how you’re dramatic! How you dont listen! How YOU DO THIS! Text book!

A year ago, I fought the fight for the narcs saying that it wasnt their fault and if they knew that they needed help and got it they would have a chance…

A year later and completely broken, I’ll tell you now…run…save yourself and run!

The only thing you’ll do if you stay is create a secret blog called ‘Confessions of A Part Time Whore’ because that’s what he called you when you got mad about his close female friend…close…

Before you are named anything else that he is…run…and dont look back…narcs will kill you and tell your rotting corpse that you did it to yourself!