The Day It All Broke Down Part 1
What exactly was the final blow that catalyzed the end of my covert narcissistic abusive relationship. You might be surprised.
The morning started off like any other typical Saturday. I woke up early as I do and quietly slipped into the living room so not to disturb Him. I’d often listen around 7 or 8 am to hear if he was stirring about before shedding my yoga pants and tight black tank top so I could slide back into bed. Sometimes he’d be reading or watching a podcast. Most times his eyes would be closed, fighting the recurrent cycle of consciousness that was inevitably coming. Regardless of the state Him was in, all I needed to do was snuggle my skinny, naked body up next to his and, in an instant, he was up and at his sexy best. Him loved sex in the mornings, while I preferred it in the evenings. Suffice it to say, we were sexy a lot. Sexy time was heightened for him with my introduction of coconut oil. As a highly sensitive person (HSP), my skin can get very irritated, so I have to be choosy about what I put on it. Since Him and I both love massages, coconut oil is what we exclusively used.