I’ll call him Roger. We had a great start, and we were connecting like I had never connected with another human being. In my mind, it couldn’t have been better. But things changed. Fast! And for the longest time I thought it was me. Was I at fault for his pathological cheating, a dynamic I tried not to believe for the longest time, the constant lies, the intense blow ups, followed by periods of no contact, followed by dramatic reunions. Over time the negative encounters escalated and the positive moments became fewer and fewer. As they always do with a parasitic sociopath.
Ah yes, the narcissist.

Solid definition of my ex husband.