And, sure enough, it was the N …and here is what transpired via text over the next 12 hours: btw…I’ve found God, Zari. I’ve quit partying and I can’t be around any of that anymore. What he found was a group of church goers in recovery who had no clue who he is and what he’d done and where he’d been. I would have been agitated and unable to work and consumed with writing letters or doing drive-bys or But none of this happened this last and final time. I can listen to music – and even to songs that were “special” to us.I’ve quit drinking and I have a Pastor and a church group. Even though I think about him daily, I can also think about and concentrate on other things throughout the course of the day with no problem. I can hang out with my son without feeling distracted by thoughts of what the N is doing and with who.
I do now…and, believe me, it’s , can get you started on the right path to recovery. I don’t have all the answers but I know what worked for me and I’m more than happy to share. However, I blocked his ass and, for the first time ever, didn’t chase him in desperation.This time simply different and I never looked back.but this fact could be the very reason while I feel nothing. As they walked in, I’d hand each of them a copy of feel detached from the narcissist in any way but I absolutely am.
Has my relationship with the N turned into a business? Zen philosophy has always talked about feeling detachment about the things that cause us grief and, for many years, I never understood the concept. I’ve reached and slightly passed a No Contact milestone of sorts and we all know how important can be. I’m not going to say there haven’t been times that I’ve been sad because there definitely has been. Why didn’t I start looking for him immediately after he pulled the ridiculous discard after a nice day together that October 3rd in 2012? Why did I allow days to turn into weeks to turn into months…and then a whole year passes? Because I’m pretty sure God would have wanted you to make amends with us…to say you’re sorry for what you put us through.the years you wasted…for the lies. I understood exactly what happened because, you see, I know who he is.So, not only did I decide that sharing reflections could possibly be helpful to readers and site visitors, I also determined that it may be therapeutic to me as well considering I really haven’t really shed an actual tear since he walked out. And during those moments, although they never really quite spilled over, my eyes may even have gotten a bit teary. I do speak in about one time in March of 2013 where, after opening an old text message from that October that I had never read, I was so disgusted by what it said that I couldn’t help but reply to it with a simple “fuck you”, never thinking that he would have the same phone number 5 months after the Discard. And by the way, Sky just had a quick chat with God and he doesn’t know who the hell you are. Somewhere during the night and before his last text, he realized, in a panic, that I could – and probably would – expose him for everything he was if he brought me into his new circle.With over 150 It's Just Lunch locations worldwide, there is sure to be one near you.It’s been many, many months since the narcissist vanished into thin air, granting me the Grand Finale of Discards that I’d always known he’d give me on his way out some day.It's Just Lunch is the world’s Number 1 personalized dating service.