THIRTY YEARS AGO THIS DAY:
“The devil doesn’t come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you’ve ever wished for.”
Well, it wasn’t until years later that I’d finally understand that they were two of the ACTUAL devil’s own. He, the consummate wolf in sheep’s clothing, and she, by the name of “Angela,” the most beautiful angel of light one could have known. My friend, mentor, and “sister in Christ,” with a pit viper’s tongue, a knife in her hand, and a smile on her face as she plunged it into my back.
(“What Lied Beneath“)
I tried to end my own life.
Meanwhile, here I am three decades later, having loudly and PROUDLY grasped hold of the grit, determination, and survivalhood of my Roman ancestors and risen from their ashes. If only I’d known then what I know now—and, even more so, that one day I’d be laughing at the thought of the THING (not “who”) that once haunted my soul!
If YOU are in the snares of a narcissist THING (’cause, NOPE, I do NOT and will NEVER believe those THINGS are truly “human”) … GET OUT! Don’t look back! All those “memories” of when you first met—when they were the sweet, charismatic charmers who always knew exactly how to fill your cup—are just ILLUSIONS! Nothing they do, say, project, or “feel” is REAL! It’s all a smoke show to lure you in, then CHOKE YOU OUT! Oh, and BY the way—YOU are not the “crazy one”! I PROMISE!
