I’m celebrating the one year anniversary of leaving the Drunken Disfunctional Duo. (That was the second to last step in leaving Crazy Town, population 3.) D.D.D. = ex friend/narcopath’s current and her then meantime/on to-the-next-sorry sap-guy that we temporarily stayed with. For her, the situation was great, for my youngest and I, it was horrible. I made my escape from there without warning either of them, preferring a homeless shelter to dealing with them, and not telling them where we were going. I remember fantasizing about sleeping in my car at one point before we went into the shelter.
Last year was a very rough year. We moved five times after I left the narcopath, before I was able to secure an apartment. It seemed that everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.
Eventually, ex friend reported my phone as “stolen”, cutting off my phone service. My car completely broke down on moving weekend, packed to the roof with my kid & animal inside. I walked to work for a month or so before someone let me make payments to get another car. I dreaded going to work (due to the narcopath & his FM’s at my job) and only had plans to stay until I found an apartment (for job history).
In the last four months I transferred stores, finally getting completely away from the narcopath and his now current (ex friend/coworker) and his flying monkey. It’s been over two months since he’s sent anyone to “talk” to me, fingers crossed that he’s finally done. Maybe her excessive mirroring of me has actually helped with this, I don’t know. As long as they BOTH stay away from me, I’m happy.