Dear Narcissist:

The peace and tranquility I feel without your presence in my life is worth being the villain in your delusional story.

If becoming your "enemy" means reclaiming my sanity, my self-worth, and my freedom, then so be it. I spent far too long trying to be understood by someone who was committed to misunderstanding me. I tried to explain, to justify, to soften the truth just to keep the peace, while you thrived in chaos and fed off the power of my confusion.

You gaslit me into questioning my own reality, twisted my words, mocked my pain, and called it love. You demanded loyalty while giving me lies. You needed control, not connection. And every time I showed you grace, you took it as weakness. Every time I forgave, you saw an invitation to hurt me again. But no more.

You never saw me—you only saw a reflection of yourself through my admiration. You fed off my strength, my kindness, and my ability to care deeply, yet resented me for the same qualities you pretended to love. You turned everything around on me so that I’d carry the guilt while you played innocent.

I now understand that you will never take accountability. You will continue spinning your version of the story, casting yourself as the misunderstood hero and me as the cold, ungrateful villain. That’s fine. I no longer need your approval, your validation, or your false version of love to define me.

Let them believe what they want. Let them hear your sob stories and crocodile tears. The people who truly know me, know the truth. And the people who believe you? They were never meant to stay in my life anyway.

You can keep your illusion. I’ll keep my peace.

Because losing you was not a loss.

It was the beginning of my freedom.

And this time, I won't be coming back.