One of them is dead, another has 5 different baby mommas, and I don’t know about the last one.

The dead one died in a car accident only a year after high school ended. I got a phone call from a mutual friend (although I should not have really called him a friend because he was quite complicit in the bullying, and a true friend would’ve done something) asking me if I had heard about her. The conversation went like this:

Mutual friend: “Hey have you heard about Candace? “

Me: “Which Candace? The black one who was a horrible little ghetto jerk, who always bleached her hair that ridiculous platinum blond color? Yea, what about her?”

Mutual F: “ Well… Just to let you know… She Died!!!”

Me: “Too bad…”

That mutual never spoke to me again after that, but there was no love lost, and I didn’t care. I am a survivor of NPD abuse and I have no room in my heart to hold sympathy for my abusers, nor their pathetic enablers.