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Are you the victim of love-bombing???

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Love-bombing. It’s a term that an alarming percentage of society has never heard of before and has no clue what it even means. Until a couple years ago I hadn’t. Once I found out about it, however, I dived deep into research surrounding it and ended up learning a whole new vocabulary of terms I had never really paid attention to before.

Love-bombing. Co-dependent. Covert. Psychic attack. Gas-lighting. Crazy-making.

Narcissist.

I had heard of narcissism in my youth and didn’t think too much of it. I thought, “oh yeah…like the people who always need to be the center of attention and care more about their image than anything else.” In the past I just thought that being a narcissist was another personality trait that some people had. I had no idea what it really meant.

It all started one day when I was contemplating why the relationship of my dreams had failed. I was miserable. Devastated. Absolutely sick over it. I KNEW it had to be my fault, but I was never able to come up with a good enough reason because I did everything right. So I turned to the one place in the world I can always count on for the best kind of guidance: YouTube.

Yep…I went on YouTube and searched for “what did I do wrong in my relationship” and tapped on the first video that popped up. I watched it in its entirety. A full 28 minutes. But about 3 minutes into the video I knew that I had stumbled upon what was going to give me all the answers I ever needed. The story this man was telling about his failed relationship was nearly the same as my own.

By the end of the first video I had gotten an answer I never expected. None of it was my fault. The only blame that belongs to me is for staying too long. Longer than I wanted to. Longer than I should have. But even that, I found, wasn’t my fault either. I was the victim of narcissistic abuse. I was the victim of something I’d NEVER heard of before. So I dived deeper into research and discovered a dimension of this world that I never knew existed.

Narcissistic abuse is a very twisted, dark, cruel game. It is very difficult to recognize and by the time the victim realizes what is going on, they’re usually too far in to get out right away. And once they do get out, they typically are stuck picking up the pieces of what used to be their life and start building from scratch. Possibly, for years.

The good news is that there is a very early sign (or symptom, in this case) that can clue you in to the fact that you may be dating a narcissist. Love-bombing. Love-bombing is THE trademark tactic that all true narcissists employ to captivate their victims.

So what does love-bombing really mean, anyway? The short version is that the narcissist (right off the bat without really even knowing that much about you yet) will make their whole world revolve around YOU. And very soon after they meet you will have you convinced (without really even knowing much about them yet) that they are literally the love you’ve been waiting for your entire life. The sky will look bluer. The sun will shine brighter. The birds will sing sweeter. You’ll have a constant smile on your face. And they’ll know they have you right where they want you. And that’s where it all starts.

Fresh-cut flowers, candy, jewelry, constant compliments, “I need you.” “I don’t know how I could ever live this life without you.” “You’re the only thing in this world that matters to me.” All-day-every-day texting. Long phone calls every night. Romantic getaways, cuddling, endless laughter. Long all-night conversations in the candlelight until dawn. You both can’t seem to get enough time together no matter how long you have. You’re hooked. This is it.

Then, as suddenly as this whirlwind began, it starts to change. Drastically. The texts wane to almost nothing. Days will start to go by with no contact. You’ll start getting concerned and ask to talk. You’ll be told you’re just worrying over nothing. “Sometimes I just need a little space.” , “I have had a long week and am just really tired.” There’s not much laughter anymore at all. You’re deeply affected by this. “Everything was going so great….what did I do wrong?” And you’ll obsess over this to the point that you lose interest in EVERYTHING in your life but figuring THIS out.

Typically, right when you’ve just gotten to a point where you’re getting over it and accepted that they just changed their mind, guess who shows back up? The narcissist!!!! With flowers, and wine, and candy. Slow dancing with you in the kitchen telling you how much they missed you! Promising to never leave you again. More love-bombing.

And it feels greeeeeeeat!

And you believe it.

But you shouldn’t.

Just as everything is back on track things start getting weird again. They are showing you sides of them you never imagined existed. “But that’s ok,” you tell yourself. “We are just really starting to get to know each other better, that’s all.” You force yourself to believe every ridiculous excuse you make up for them and their diminishing respect for you. And then the next phase begins.

“You should be grateful have me in your life, because no one else would EVER be willing to deal with you.” “You’re too sensitive and are taking things the wrong way.” “There are so many other people just DYING to be with me. You should feel lucky that I am choosing YOU out of all of them for some reason.” “I don’t even know why I like you.” “You’re literal trash.”

And you begin to believe that, too.

Slowly but surely you get depressed. Sad. Miserable. You can’t stop thinking about the wine and roses and slow dances in the kitchen. The long all-night talks about each of your deepest thoughts and hopes and dreams. The constant laughter you once shared together. You want it back. So you tell yourself you’ll do whatever it takes to get it back. And you stay.

And the abuse continues. And gets worse. And you start to feel like the biggest loser in the world. And you start to believe that nothing you do will ever be good enough. And nothing in the world makes you happy anymore. And you begin to start believing that nothing ever will again.

At this point, you’re probably finally ready to get out. But you’re so weak and so tired that you literally have no hope of ever finding anyone who will ever love you again. You’re only goal at this point: survival.

So you make a break for it and begin the very slow and outrageously painful process of moving on from this person. You still can’t stop thinking about the wine and roses and slow dances. The great conversations. The romance. But what you really miss the most is the laughter.

You grieve. You withdrawal from their presence. But you can’t stop thinking about them.

Months go by. Years. They still haunt your mind. You’re pretty sure you will never get past this. And you are probably right.

Most people in society are good. They want real love and have a lot of love to share. Real love does exist. True friendship is out there. But NONE of it EVER starts with love-bombing. That I am willing to guarantee.

My story is not unique. Nor are my experiences with narcissists. As it turn out, my story is the same as MILLIONS of other people in the world. Almost to a T. That is no coincidence.

My hope in sharing what I know from first-hand experience and years of in-depth real-life research on the subject is that telling what I’ve been through may prevent someone else from going through what I’ve been through. I’ve talked to many, many people who have experienced the devastating effects of narcissistic abuse and feel it is my responsibility to raise awareness.

If you have any questions or need guidance on narcissistic abuse, please feel free to message me, and I’ll do my best to respond and point you in the right direction. The more knowledge you are armed with, the less likely you are to ever be the victim of narcissistic abuse in the future.

I know for a fact I never will be again! Love-bombing shows me all I need to know about a person. So keep an eye out for the signs!


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Against All Odds – A Comeback Story

Paid off my home today!

I was married for 96 months in a robust 2-income household and never had a penny to my name. Our rent was ALWAYS late. We faced eviction so many times over the years that I lost count. The power company sent us shut-off notices every month. We spent many nights in the dark, using candlelight to find our way around.

My then-husband’s new pool sticks were prioritized over the water bill being paid or replacing shoes and clothing that the kids had outgrown. His insatiable need to have latest new smartphone model was prioritized over car payments, and my vehicle that I worked very hard to purchase before I even married him was inevitably repossessed. His addiction to online gaming was prioritized over making sure we had enough nutritious food to keep our growing family healthy and content. And when I’d had enough and tried to get out, he emptied every red cent in our bank account so that there was no way I could leave.

I was stranded. Held captive in the exact opposite of the life he had promised me.

I was constantly stressed and worried. And eventually, terrified. I worked incredibly hard to provide for my family and every last dollar of my paycheck was already spent before it even got deposited. I made really good money, too, so none of it really made much sense. It was an endless loop of scarcity and fear. And I believed there was no way out of that nightmare.

I left the marriage 2.5 years ago and have struggled a LOT! I went down to a 1-income household making considerably less money that I ever had before I left. I took on all responsibility for the children on my own. We had no choice but to flee like refugees and move in to a part of town that was on the “wrong side of the tracks.” I was quite uncertain that I made a good decision on the new place I had chosen to call “home,” but I knew somehow that it would be better than what I was leaving behind. Anything would be better than that.

We started our first week out in our new home with food from Dollar Tree and just the clothes on our backs as well as a few blankets my ever-so-generous then-husband graciously allowed me to take. No tv. No radio. No toys for the kids. We literally had nothing. Regardless, as I glanced back at our family home through the rear-view window, I somehow knew that everything was going to be alright from now on. A peace had enveloped me. A joy. I had finally escaped!

Over the last couple of years I found myself in situations I never thought I’d find myself in. Problems I had never forecasted rained down upon me. My kids have struggled, too. But somehow I’ve always found a way to carry on and make the most out of any situation I find myself in.

It hasn’t been easy. But my power has never been shut off once. Bills may run a bit overdue now and again, but they’re ALWAYS paid in full. The boys always have clothing and shoes. We always have more than enough to eat. I bought a new vehicle and still have not to this day missed one single payment. And although I still worry here and there and go through struggles, life is immeasurably better than it ever was before I left.

Today I paid off my home. It took 18 months. Not long if you consider the fact that in my 96 months of marriage I never owned ANYTHING, let alone a home I could call my own. If you asked me 2.5 years ago I would have told you that there was no way possible this day would ever come. But here it is.

I definitely couldn’t have done it on my own, though.

Thanks to my parents for helping me out in countless ways countless times. And for always being supportive no matter what. And especially for raising me to NEVER give up! Thank you for raising me to be survivor.

Thanks to my neighbor who gifted me a lawnmower when I first moved in because he knew there was no way I was going to be able to put together enough money to buy my own.

Thanks to my then-landlord for gifting couches and other furniture to me when I first moved in because he knew the dire situation my children and I had found ourselves in.

Thanks to my friends for lifting me up and always being there in any way that they could. And for always being so understanding, generous, and kind to my boys.

Thanks to my children who have been impossibly supportive and patient with me as I worked on bettering our situation and rebuilding our lives. I’ll never give up!

And a HUGE thank you to my ex-husband. Thank you for doing everything possible to get in my way. Thank you for trying everything in your power to cause me to fail. Thank you for not supporting your children at all. Dealing with you has taught me how to be stronger and has motivated me to fight even harder to build the life my children and I deserve. A life of peace. A life of love. A life of security.

Today is a huge milestone for the kids and me. Today we are homeowners.

What started out as a foreign, scary place has truly become our sanctuary. A place where new traditions have been forged. A place where only love and light are allowed. A place where we can be together and feel safe and content always.

There have been so many times I felt helpless and hopeless and frightened. I don’t doubt there still will be times like that. But at least now I know with certainty I’ll be able to navigate through them.

I share my story today in hopes that it reaches someone who needs to hear it. Someone who knows they need to change their situation, but is afraid. I hope my story, in the very least, helps you to find the courage to make a change for the better. To find the strength to jump over any roadblock that pops up on your path. To find all of the possibilities in a seemingly impossible situation. And to realize that you can do it.

Capitve to refugee to survivor to home-owner.

If I can do it, anyone can!