My life has been a cycle I wouldn’t wish on anyone. A constant push and pull of love and pain, hope and devastation. My narcissist wasn’t just my ex, he was my brother’s best friend. And now, my brother is gone.
We had been broken up before that day. I was done with the lies, the selfishness, the way drugs had stolen the person he once was.
But when my brother died, everything changed.
He was there. He saw the reality of it, the weight of the loss. And for the first time in a long time, his eyes opened. The grief shook something inside him.
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