My Ex-Husband Is A Narcissist, And Here’s What I’ve Learned Since I Left Him

The final straw for me was four years ago when my husband chased me out of our rented Maui condo, and down an open-air hallway right after calling me a “twat.” We were on vacation over Thanksgiving with our toddlers.

A minor thing suddenly exploded into a major thing, as it often did, and I found myself furiously angry and needing to get away. As I grabbed the only set of car keys from the countertop, I heard him coming from the other room to stop me. That’s when I ran as fast I could out the door. I didn’t look back, but I heard him behind me. I was headed to the parking garage to a getaway rental car. I can still see the two elderly ladies on their balcony across the complex tracing my path with their fingers as they watched in disbelief. I mean, if you can’t get along on holiday in Maui, then there really is no hope left.

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