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With over 150 It's Just Lunch locations worldwide, there is sure to be one near you.It’s been many, many months since the narcissist vanished into thin air, granting me the Grand Finale of Discards that I’d always known he’d give me on his way out some day.To save the explanation and show you what transpired, below is the excerpt from my book [One afternoon at work, while playing with my phone, I came across upwards of ten unopened text messages from the N leftover from the October discard. The rest of the night was quiet and melancholy in a bittersweet way. Barbie was with me and she knew what I was feeling. And he was absolutely right.]Even after that incident – an incident, by the way, that would have wrecked my world had it happened, say, just one year earlier – I didn’t cry, I didn’t get anxiety, and I didn’t try to find him.With a knot in my stomach, I opened just one and it was as nasty as I imagined it might be. It came down to the fact that he had moved on and – pretending or not – he was making it clear that he was a-okay without us. Could a narcissist really find God and change his evil ways? I didn’t feel a whole lot of anything…and I still don’t.
Attempted to look resolute and somber, smiling wanly as you sat out your “black-shirted” year on the wallflower bench. Whereas the newly broken up or divorced are free to take the field again as soon as they like, the widowed must navigate religious, family and community rules on the subject, and they vary. But, having children or not, being younger or older and your general state of resiliency in the face of tragedy plays into this as well.So, here’s what I think about this emotional “even keel” I’m on… Now, the fact that I wrote two books and created a website around the relationship may have a lot to do with that and I do take that into consideration.and once again I’ll lay it out in a Q & A so that it addresses issues/questions I believe we’ve Okay, this is actually a trickier question and the truth is that I still think about the N every damn day. I literally to think about it everyday in order to promote, answer emails, etc. One favorite scenario involves me finding out what church he attends and showing up there early enough on a Sunday so that I could actually be standing at the door to greet the members of the congregation as they arrived.In a teeny moment of rage, I typed two little words – fuck you – as a reply and pressed “send”, never thinking for a minute that his old number would even be in service five months after the Discard. Just another reminder that, for thirteen years, love was a lie and all that time had been wasted. It was certainly giving me something to think about. It’s my lack of feelings about the whole thing that has thrown me for a loop but also made me very happy.Sending it, though, was good enough for me because I went about my day and night without giving it a second thought. You want to take my son – that wonderful person (who has a very personal relationship with God) that you basically neglected for a decade…you want to take him to church? And then the morning came and, with a text waiting, I got my answer. My madness and sadness have almost completely faded.