I was dating a narcissist and didn’t even know it.
Well, that’s not entirely true—intuitively, I knew. My gut screamed it. My soul whispered it. But as I’ve done before, I ignored the warning signs and clung to the picture-perfect future I painted in my mind. I was in my ego. I wanted what I wanted, and I was determined to make it work.

Meanwhile, he played me like a fiddle—using my heart as the bow. And do you know why it worked so well? Because I had no boundaries. I wasn’t standing in my royalty yet.

I can’t blame him for doing what narcissists do. And I won’t blame myself for his choices, either. But I will hold myself accountable: I didn’t have boundaries. I pretended I did—right up until the moment it was time to enforce them. And that’s where I always broke down. Especially with people I cared about.

Not anymore.

This experience taught me. Sometimes, life’s greatest teachers come disguised as heartbreak. And honestly, I’m glad it was him. Because I learned so much about myself in that relationship. About what I deserve. About what I will never tolerate again.

For that, I’m grateful.
Always evolving.