When my son and I originally embarked on our move 2 years ago, we knew there would be change. A new neighborhood. A new home. A new room. Starting a new school. All in a new city in a new country.
The thing I expected the least was the burned bridges.
Over the course of 2 years, by sheer accident, I discovered how ruthless and evil a narcissist can be. I was aware they existed. I had already encountered a few. But compared to the one that we met when we moved here…
There are no words to describe it…
It resulted in a whole lot of bridges being burned.
And it’s going to result in a lot more before the story even ends.
The depth that the narcissist has gone…
And with no evidence to prove it…
By standing up for myself, by refusing to accept the abuse…
Island of Misfit Mamas 