He didn’t love you—he erased you.

You stopped speaking up to avoid his rage.

You started saying “I’m fine” to survive.

You got used to being dismissed, unappreciated, ignored—

And you trained yourself to say, “It’s okay,” just to keep the peace.

You began disappearing… one piece at a time.

Every time he put himself first,

Every time he twisted the truth,

Every time he made you the problem,

You shrank a little more.

Until the woman you were became a version of yourself

just gasping for air beneath the surface.

That’s what narcissistic abuse does.

It doesn’t leave bruises—it buries you quietly.

But hear me when I say this:

No man is worth losing yourself over.

No man deserves your silence, your sacrifice, or your soul.

You don’t owe loyalty to the one who tried to erase you.

You owe yourself rescue.

And if you’re reading this…

Maybe the only way to save your life

is to finally stop drowning in his. ~ S. Vaughn Steele