I Know How Murder Victims Feel Before They Die

I can still hear the excitement in my husband’s voice, telling me his plans for that day. His gun was holstered on his hip, and he was holding a large machete, hand-crafted for me. Or more specifically, for my death.

“Are you listening to me, bitch? I’m going to kill you today. But I’m not doing it here. You know that field by the lake in Mer Rouge?

A Time To Kill

I’m taking you there, and I’m going to blow your pretty little head off. Then I’m going to cut your body up and feed you to the fish.”


I was on the floor, hands tied behind my back, dazed from a blow to the head. His fist came out of nowhere, knocking me out cold.

Before that, we were getting along fine, and I was struggling to comprehend what was happening.

“Let’s go. I’ve waited a long time for this,” he said, as he snatched me up by the hair. He dragged me through the house, kicking and screaming.

Without the use of my arms, I knew I didn’t stand a chance, but I wasn’t about to make it any easier for him.

Once he got me outside, he forced me into the back seat of my SUV. Then he smashed his fist into my head, and once again, rendered me unconscious.

A Nightmare That Won’t Wake

“Wake up and listen to me, Serena.This truck is mine now, since you’re about to be dead, so I really don’t want to shoot you in here. But I will, if you try to do something stupid.

You better think about Colton. Remember, I’ll be the one taking him to school from now on. You don’t want him seeing your blood and brains splattered everywhere, do you?

So just stay still and be a good girl. Now is probably a good time to start saying your prayers.”

Never in my life had I been so afraid. My teeth chattered, and my body trembled uncontrollably. Paralyzed by fear, I took his advice and began to pray.

A Conversation With Satan

“Hey Serena, do you remember those big turtles I showed you, last time we were at the lake?

I’m feeding you to them. Won’t be anything left, either. Cause if the turtles miss anything, the fish’ll get it.

Do you know what I mean? The turtles and fish are gonna eat you, and I’m gonna eat them. It’s like I’m eating you myself. What do you think about that? It’s funny, isn’t it?”

He said these things as if we were having a casual conversation. His jovial tone made the words even more chilling, and I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.


I was devastated for my son, Colton. He’s autistic, and very dependent on me. My death would be so hard for him.

And I thought about my daughter, Savannah, who died at birth. At least I was finally going to meet her. It was ironic that I had to die to get away from the devil.

“Are you scared? You should be. I know I told you to pray, but it won’t do any good.

God’s not listening to you. He already knows you’re going straight to hell. When you get there, tell your momma I said hi.”

That day still haunts me sometimes. What saved my life was his desire not to go to jail for kidnapping and murder. Driving to the lake, he remembered the security cameras I’d gotten installed. 

It had briefly crossed my mind, but I assumed he turned them off before throwing the first punch.Thank God, I was wrong.



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Quora Answers: Narcissists And Covert Abuse



Might A Narcissist Secretly Inflict Physical Harm On A Victim?


Hell yes, they will. But you’ll probably never be able to prove it.

With that said, I’ll give you a few examples of how my Malignant Narcissist ex-husband secretly inflicted physical harm on me.

He gave me a glass of Kool-Aid laced with enough meth to kill two adult men.

I ended up in Intensive Care, and came very close to dying.

I found out later that he told the doctors I’d intentionally overdosed.

Since I was unconscious at the time, I couldn’t dispute his lies.

When I regained consciousness, I was moved to the psychiatric ward and placed on a 5-day hold.

I had never used meth, and certainly didn’t intentionally overdose.

The doctor didn’t believe me, though.

And I couldn’t give a reasonable explanation as to how meth got in my system.

I wasn’t yet aware that my husband was a Narcissist, and I’d never heard about covert abuse.

Another time, he loosened the lug nuts on my tires, and I narrowly avoided a major car accident.

I wasn’t injured, although that had been his intention.

He left broken glass throughout the house for me to step on.

When I quit walking barefoot, he started putting glass shards under the insoles of my shoes.

He coated the walls with toxic chemicals. Then he ghosted me for two months.

He convinced me to go 4-wheeler riding with him one night.

While we were in the woods, he stopped and got off the bike.

He told me he had to check a deer feeder and would be right back.

It was pitch black, and I couldn’t see anything. Then I heard the roar of two gunshots.

To my horror, a bullet sailed right past my head.

When he came back, he pretended to be shocked that someone was firing a gun at night.

We were on private land. Nobody else was in those woods with us.

As you can see, there are many ways a narcissist can secretly inflict physical harm on a victim.

If you suspect that this is happening to you, trust your gut.

You may not be able to prove it. You might not even be able to explain it.

You just know.

Follow your instincts and get the hell out.


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Quora Answers: The Narcissist’s Wife And Spite


Two Months After Surgery. Notice The Scar On My Neck.


Did You Cheat On Your Narcissist?


Yes, I did.

Before I go any further, let me say that I’m not proud of it.

Not because of anything having to do with him.

But because I believe it’s wrong.

Despite having had an awful marriage, and being divorced, I still believe in the institution of marriage.

I don’t think it’s right to be unfaithful to one’s spouse.

With that said, I’ll tell you why I cheated on him.

I’m not justifying my actions.

But simply telling you my mindset at the time.

For the first fifteen years of my marriage to a Malignant Narcissist, I was completely faithful.

The last three years before I left him were the worst years of my life.

The man I fell in love with no longer existed.

He had been replaced by an abusive monster whose goal in life seemed to be to make me as miserable as possible.

The abuse escalated to a point where I was constantly on High Alert, with good reason.

One morning, without warning, he went into a violent rage.

After dragging me around the house by my hair, he picked me up and threw me onto our back deck.

The way I landed caused three disks in my neck to rupture, essentially breaking my neck in three places.

Because of the location of the injuries, only a neurosurgeon was qualified to do the necessary surgery.

I had to be placed on a waiting list.

It was nine months later before the actual operation took place.

During that time, I was unable to function.

All three disks were pressing on nerves, and as a result, I was constantly in excruciating pain.

By the time I had the surgery, I had built up a lot of anger and resentment towards the narc.

He never once acknowledged any fault for what he did.

He continued to be abusive, despite the fact that I had a broken neck.

I grew to despise him with every fiber in my body.

One day, a couple of months after the surgery, I got a message on Facebook from a guy I went to high school with.

He was living in Atlanta, just a few minutes from where my sister lived.

It just happened to be where my nephew’s wedding was going to be the following month.

Ric and I started talking every day and ended up making plans to see each other when I came to town.

Long story short, we spent two nights together before I went back home.

I never would have even considered doing something like that before the narc so callously threw me outside like trash.

And I didn’t embark on a long drawn-out affair with Ric.

I did it for revenge.

For spite.

As bad as that sounds, it’s the truth.

And that’s why I cheated on my Narcissist husband.


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Quora Answers: The Slighted Narcissist


What Seemingly Immediately Happened When Due To A Perceived Slight, A Narcissist Became Angry At His Relationship Partner?


What happened to me when my Malignant Narcissist ex-husband felt slighted ranged from total degradation to extreme physical violence.

Whether the perceived slight was misconstrued, or intentional on my part, didn’t matter.

Once he became enraged, all hell generally broke loose.

For me, anyway.

Sometimes he would spit in my face.

Other times, I got dragged around by my hair.

He almost always hit me in the head with his fist.

At one point toward the end of the marriage, he punched me several times a day.

Often for no reason at all.

But he managed to come up with creative reasons for why I needed it.

If, God forbid, I was driving and he felt insulted, he smashed my head against the side window.

Or poured a Coke over my head.

It’s a miracle that I never had a wreck.

Particular when I was driving 70 m.p.h. down the Interstate.

It’s not like he would’ve had a better chance of survival than I had.

But he had no regard for his own safety either.

That’s how irrational he became when he felt insulted.

It happened in a split second.

He could be calm one minute.

And before I could blink an eye, he would turn into a raging monster.


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Quora Answers: Narcissists And Domestic Violence



What Made You Finally Leave The Narcissist?


Like most victims of domestic violence and narcissistic abuse, it took several escape attempts before I finally left my Malignant Narcissist husband for good.

We had been together for 18 years.

And I took my share of abuse throughout those years.

I won’t go into the dynamics of why it took so long for me to leave permanently.

But it definitely wasn’t because I enjoyed being abused.

That is such a horrible thing for a victim to be accused of.

Especially when it’s coming from people she cares about.

As much as I hated the abuse, I had been willing to accept it.

Because I erroneously believed it was the right thing to do for my child.

In hindsight, it was the worst thing.

I thought he needed both parents.

Under normal circumstances, that is the way it should be. But these weren’t normal circumstances.

My now-14-year-old son, who is autistic, had seen his father choke me to the point of passing out.

He had seen his father put a gun to my head and tell me he was going to blow my fucking head off.

He had seen entirely too much violence already.

The straw that broke the camel’s back, though, was when my child witnessed his father crack my skull.

At the time he had just turned 12.

When he saw blood begin to spurt from my head, he stood up to his abusive father in an attempt to protect me.

His father rewarded him by throwing a large speaker at him.

The speaker landed on my son’s foot and basically crushed his big toe.

I had no idea at the time just how bad that injury would turn out to be.

To this day, he still has issues with his toe as a result of his father’s abuse.

Because narcissists are cowards, my husband didn’t stick around and take responsibility for his actions.

Although I pressed charges, and warrants were issued for his arrest, he had fled the area.

It wasn’t until several months later that he was finally taken into custody.

The injury to my head turned out to be pretty bad. Really bad.

The following morning, my head was grotesquely swollen. And most of my face was black and blue.

It took a while, but I eventually recovered. At least physically.

I’m still haunted by the expression on my baby’s face that day.

He tried so hard not to show any fear, and to protect his mom.

He paid dearly for his efforts, though.

That incident is what made me realize that there was no line the narc wouldn’t cross.

And that he could kill our son just as easily as he could kill me.

I had to make sure that never happened.


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