I thought it was too good to be true. I thought his therapy was working. I had friends over, I have never had any of my friends to visit in all the time we've ben together, and thought that in this, we'd made massive strides forward.
This seems to have triggered the worst verbal and emotional abuse from him in the last two weeks. It means I'm real doesn't it, and not a receptacle for his projections. He has said all the usual shite that these men peddle, and some really nsaty stuff about me being a worse mother than mine was. He is convinced that I have NPD, which kind of gives him away doesn't it?
I have asked him to leave again. I sound strong, but I am heartbroken. Thought we were the exception to prove the rule. Nope.