"You forced me to study narcissism. So trust me when I say, I am fully prepared for the test.

Not because I wanted to learn — but because I had to. I didn’t wake up one day and decide to analyze your behavior like a textbook case. I was pushed into it. Forced to unravel the chaos, the confusion, the emotional rollercoaster you created. I was drowning in the contradictions — the sweet words and cruel actions, the compliments that turned into critiques, the warmth that froze overnight without explanation.

You made me question myself until I couldn't recognize my own reflection. So I started searching for answers. I needed to know why I felt so broken around someone I loved. And the more I read, the more I saw you — in every paragraph, every description, every red flag that I had once called “love.”

You thought I was slipping away into weakness, but I was slipping into awareness. Into strength. Into clarity.

I studied the love-bombing, the idealization phase — when you made me feel like I was everything you ever wanted. And then I learned about the devaluation, the sudden shift when I could no longer do anything right. I started noticing the patterns: the gaslighting, the denial of things I knew had happened, the rewriting of history to suit your narrative. The guilt trips when I tried to stand up for myself. The projection when you accused me of the very things you were doing. The way you'd play the victim after playing the villain.

And then the cycle would start again — just enough sweetness to keep me hopeful, just enough charm to reset my doubt. But I don’t live in that confusion anymore. I don’t stay up wondering what I did wrong. I know what was really happening now.

So when I say I’m prepared for the test, I mean all of it:

The subtle digs disguised as jokes.

The emotional withdrawal when you don’t get your way.

The sudden rage when I assert a boundary.

The charm turned cold the moment I stop playing your game.

The fake accountability when you're only sorry because you got caught.

I’ve studied your tactics. I’ve dissected your manipulation. I’ve rebuilt my mind from the fragments you left behind. And now? I see you. Not the mask. Not the fantasy. You.

I know how this story ends. And I’m rewriting the ending. No more tests. No more proving my worth to someone who never intended to value it. No more shrinking to keep your ego comfortable.

So thank you — not for the pain, but for the lesson. You made me study narcissism, and now I’m fluent in the language of emotional abuse. You prepared me for the final exam — and I’m walking away with all the answers."