A survivor's story
It was New Year’s Eve afternoon, two years ago, when I did the bravest thing I’ve ever done. I told my fiancé, “I’ve had enough”, called the police, and escaped four and a half years of narcissistic abuse. Four and a half years. It seems like such a long time. Why did I stay so …
I’m not sure when the idea of writing a memoir first occurred to me. Perhaps it was a fleeting thought while I was still living in Sweden. It was certainly a working idea once I moved back to the US. Early in 2017, I was talking to a friend and mentioned to him the idea …
In the beginning, I was confused. I had been in Gothenburg for only a few months but something seemed amiss. Something other than just attempting to accumulate to a new country. My fiancé seemed to have another very different personality from the one he had shown me over the course of our relationship. For all …