My own pleasing, performing and perfecting almost cost me my life.
You see, I divorced a narcissist after 13 years of control and mental abuse; afterward, he married my best friend.
Within a year, I found the love of my life. Or so I thought.
That 18 months still seems like some crazy nightmare I had; only I lived it.
I invested my entire savings and retirement into his new business - that mysteriously lost tens of thousands.
Oh yeah, I was conned alright. The infiltration into my life, the incredible generosity and grandiose acts.
And then the isolation and finally, there was the abuse. One day I realized that soon, I would be dead.
So I fled with only a carload of my belongings to stay with my Auntie for a few weeks.
As I lay in her spare room several days later, I made a promise to myself: