He Fucking Kicked Me
"He fucking kicked me." As I held our, at the time, 6-month-old daughter, my brain struggled to comprehend what the actual fuck was going on. October 7th, 2019 was the beginning to the end of my relationship with my daughter’s narcissistic, substance-abusing father. I met him at work. He was married at the time and I was about 4-months single after a 5-year relationship. Oh, how my demons loved his demons. Somehow everyone around me noticed that I had “Daddy issues” but not me. No, I thought I was a valiant warrior of love, that I was going to show this broken man by my example what love looks like, acts like, feels like. What. An. Idiot. My therapist tells me to “have some Grace” so I shouldn’t say that. Rather, what was I thinking?
