When I try to put everything into perspective, I find that I am for the underdog--whether it's life, hockey, baseball or whatever.
I always felt like the underdog and wanted someone to be on my side.
So I am on the side of the underdog, so when an N came along into my life, I felt badly for him and I felt we had so much in common we could work together on ourselves and we would be equal--maybe not totally mentally healthy, but equals.
His mask dropped after about 6 months and I was back to being the underdog, with this strange person raging, and controlling and startling/surprising me with words and deeds I had never even known about.
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As I wrote that, I cannot really remember him in the first 6 months because that person does not exist. He disappeared like a puff of smoke.
And now, 5 years after leaving him, even the insanity of it all has mainly left me.
I am here to put myself together and not talk, in detail, about Ns.
Love Izzy
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