Is hard. Busy taking one day at a time whilst I work on myself and developing stability. He isn't horrible but he isn't available either.
Anyway, now that my eyes are opened, it is sad/interesting to see the mini-moments that announce his narcness, that I was so blind to before! If I see them, I can either set boundaries or self-soothe to stay calm.
Last weekend, he tells me he bought a Ferrari. *
So, phone rings (he is on a business trip). Telling me about his evening out with adoring female acolytes (he likes them best). I started telling him about two of our friends, who are having issues.
Silence, and then: well then. I must go.
I have come on so much. I used to be destroyed, now I feel vaguely sorry for him. It must be awful to be that empty.
*Don't worry. Whilst I did not cause him, cannot cure him and certainly can't control him, it went down on the list with all the other toys for misappropriation of marital assets when the time comes.