They say the best revenge is living well…

My ex was a verbally abusive alcoholic with Narcissistic Personality Disorder. Life with him was a nightmare, as, other than the drinking, you never knew what was going to set him off, and he would get out of control and simply be unable to stop hurling verbal abuse, despite being told that all he was doing was being hurtful. He was exhausting, and absolutely drained me of the energy necessary to make productive changes in my life, including getting him to move out after we broke up (stupid, I know, but hindsight is 20/20)

Eventually, I met the man who is now my husband, we started dating, and decided to move in together and get married. This meant selling my house, which got rid of my ex forever. Before he moved out, he had to watch while I moved on to a very happy relationship with someone who took me out to eat or to the theater, and who put an extensive addition onto his house, all of which were things my ex talked about doing, but never could afford to actually do. I didn’t rub his face in it (not worth setting him off), but he did get to see how things turned out.

In the meantime, my ex started a relationship with a man even more narcissistic than he is, which, predictably, fizzled out. He found a roommate, and moved into an apartment around the corner from where my husband and I live. The roommate moved out, and eventually, so did he, and we now have no idea where he is.

Yeah, living well is the best revenge…