I didn’t have the support from this group or any other group when I left my ex-husband, I was totally on my own. I remember breaking down and calling several therapists for help, by recommendation from other therapists I found a fantastic one. It was with her guidance that helped me move ever so slowly, dealing with the ramifications from living with a Narcissist. When I read other’s stories, I find it so very fascinating, as their stories very much could be mine. There is such similarities with people who suffer from this disorder. It’s funny, I was married 23 years to my husband, but from the on-set, he was showing his “true colors.” I was thinking last night about the time when he was new at his job, and to make a long story short, I began suspecting that he was having something going on with his secretary. It was a very strong intuition, and some things that led me to believe it. The interesting “pathological” response was always, “you’re sick, you need help, you need a psychologist!” After much mental anguish and devastation over my concerns of this relationship, once my ex was promoted to a new position which meant “new building,” “new secretary,” it wasn’t until a week after his promotion and move that I learned (from a phone call to my husband’s office) that he had taken his secretary with him, with no discussion with me or concern about my feelings—typical narcissist! I did not know that then, but I was extremely taken aback from his lack of concern for me. It wouldn’t be until he was in the “replacement stage,” meaning, re-marrying in a hot minute with a brand spanking new family to replace the other “real” family (how strange but true), that I was to learn the truth from his very own mouth during a heated discussion with him on the phone, and me bringing up knowing in my heart that he cheated on me with his secretary. The week before his remarriage his exact words were, “So what, now you know!” It was easy as one to five (words), as he know longer had a need for me in his life; I was his enemy and he would be happier if I was dead. After 23 years of feeling that devastation that my husband was unfaithful proceeding the birth of our first child, I would learn the truth from his own mouth. This was just the beginning of my marriage. It would take 23 years and a lot of tollerance before I got smart and left to heal the broken wounds which take a lot of nurturing. Today, reading the words from others on this forum only enhances my understanding of this condition and the appreciation that I am not alone and that this is very real!!!