Hi Reader, Have you ever caught yourself apologizing and realized, mid-sentence, that you didn't do anything wrong? I did. For years. I was in a relationship with a narcissist. Two, actually, and they looked nothing alike. One sent me books and taught me how to order wine, and I mistook being built for being loved. The other needed the spotlight in every room, so I got quieter and smaller to make space for him. The charm was real. That's what kept me stuck. Everyone adored him, so I decided...
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