Loving me
My heart breaks as I write this because, I really believed I would marry him. I suffered, narcissistic abuse, (listen I’m not saying Betty Broderick was right, I’m saying I understand) the abuse left me broken, lost and absolutely my mind fromii my mind. Some might call it my Freudian fate.. See, this story stared way before me, way before him, way before mymy parent’s story, way before hismy parent’s, way before their parents story and before that.(YouTube channel coming soon). But today we’re talking on the NEED of self-love.
