I’ve gotten to the point where I’d rather sit in a sea of strangers than a room full of familiar faces
The trust in gone
Did no oneknow what to do in this situation? No one may know how to handle it?
No one really knows the extent of the damage that was done
No one really knows the lengths the narcissist went to to break me
No one is seeing the lengths he’s still going to to keep me there
The damage may be invisible but it’s still there
The abuse inflicted was invisible and done behind closed doors, but it still happened
I’m done trying to explain, to get others to understand
When the dust settles, we’ll be keeping a distance
Not to punish, not to exclude but to clear our heads and re-evaluate
We need to heal
When we come up for air, reintegrate…
…that will determine the path we take
But the trust is gone
Island of Misfit Mamas 