It's been over a year now since I packed my DH's stuff and he left.  To say I stuggled is an understatement.  I cried so many nights alone on my bathroom floor that I thought I might never go back to good.  He created a successful campaign to discredit me, and I lost all of the friends I had made in the last four years.  It was pain heaped on pain.  I was shocked that my friends chose my alcoholic highly dysfunctional probably sociopathic partner over me.  I went down a terrible rabbit hole of believing I was as bad as he said.

Things have been relatively quiet on the home front.  This is mostly because I’ve stopped engaging in most things having to do with SD’s and IL’s.  I totally removed them from my social media, and I have asked my friends/family not to tell me anything they might see. 

Oh no SD13 is behaving like a brat!

I’m so disappointed and starting to question who SD13 really is.  I witnessed some terrible behavior from her last night and honestly it isn’t the first time.  I think I’ve just been trying to ignore it.  The behavior is only slightly directed at me and far more subtle than how she behaves to her dad. 

Going NC with BPD SD18 has brought a lot of peace to my life and I know it was the right choice.  Going NC with toxic IL’s has brought me peace as well and I know it was the right choice.  I just have all of these leftover feelings.