I feel happy and every thought of going back to the narcissist is pushed from the forefront of my mind with revulsion and execration. I am finding the idea of going back far more distasteful with each passing day. I can live again! I am free!

Poem/Song

When things finally go your way, when you have blessings you can’t even count anymore, wouldn’t you look back at that moment when you had your heart badly broken and wish that heartbreaker ex-love “good luck?”

I’m just trying to get over her. It’s easier to express my feelings in words.