I need to write this down. For four years, I’ve been deeply depressed, wishing I was dead because I married a narcissistic man with a sick addiction. During our marriage he made me believe he loved me unconditionally. But it was lies, all lies and manipulation. His sickness cost me my job, my friends, my trust in humanity and my self-respect. But I felt guilty that our marriage ended. I felt like it was my fault, that there was something wrong with me because I couldn’t stay with him. I’ve punished myself and isolated myself. I’ve blamed myself and felt like a horrible person for not staying with him and helping him through his “recovery.” Even though he’s the one who destroyed our relationship. I couldn’t see it but now I’m starting to understand. I’ve been reading about the affects a narcissist can have on another person. He wasn’t abusive to me until after he was caught and arrested and the truth about who he is was exposed. I cried everyday for a year, I’d lost my husband, my job and shortly after his arrest I had to put my beloved cat down. In just two weeks everything I loved, believed in and worked for was gone. My whole world was turned upside down, and he was angry at me for being upset. He told me I was terrible wife, he belittled me and verbally attacked me. He was disgusted with me for going on anti-depressant medication, claiming he didn’t think it was good for my health. It was so confusing. I didn’t understand that this was the narcissist trying to gain control. I didn’t see him as the wonderful man he wanted me think he was anymore. I knew it was unhealthy for me to stay and eventually filed for divorce, left him and never contacted him again. But I still felt guilt and shame and failure. He continued to contact me. He came by place, broke into my apartment, called me on the phone and continued to live in the same apartment complex after we split up. It was torture, but I made excuses for his behavior. I knew he was a narcissist and a manipulator, the psycho sexual evaluation identified these character traits in him, which he denied, denied, denied. But I couldn’t see it. I was shell-shocked. He would come home from group therapy and complain that the other sex offenders were “calling him out” and that they were wrong about him. He never showed remorse for his crime, though he acknowledged what he did was wrong, he never showed remorse. Even after I left him I cried almost everyday. I’ve spent years locked away in my apartment crying and feeling guilty, feeling like I didn’t deserve love and that no one could ever love me again because I’d failed my marriage. I feel stupid for letting this man haunt me. I feel like I’ve wasted my life but I think I finally understand why. It’s not my fault, I’m not a terrible person, I think I’m ready to forgive myself and I hope I’m ready to heal. This realization is only a beginning but maybe I can finally start to recover and start taking better care of myself and stop punishing myself or blaming myself and thinking death is my only escape from the pain.
