Looking back to my narcissistic relationship, what saved me, was my sense of humour. My sense of humour and my anger at those to whom I had reached out, who had been totally flippin’ useless. I had to survive long enough to finally speak my mind. I eventually found a really good trauma counsellor. The …
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