This poem rings true



It is coming. And my heart breaks.

Next week, he will be here and I have to be…..somewhere else. I need the closure – because it is so very over – but it hurts.

It kills me to anticipate it – I just want it to be done. With a narcissist, I understand I need to break off contact. This I will do. I have to for my own sanity – I want to be moving ahead.

This is the man that put me in a psych stay for a week in a French hospital – I don’t speak French well.

My thoughts are my mind rambling – but I am in s good place. Promise.

Just finishing the mourning process. This is the most profound grief I have ever felt.