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Letter to My Replacement
To the Women Who Betray Other Women
When a Narcopath Brings Out His Weapons of Mass Seduction, Sisters Will Murder Each Other with Their Bare Hands!
One crisp autumn day around the time my divorce was final, I received a text message with one word.
Fool.
I immediately knew it was from one of my replacements. I was amused by the idea that it required several of them to equal one of me. I was wounded by that word and that I had held down the fort for over 15 years for nothing. Who knows how long he will last with his fresh supplies. It could be months or it could be many years, but it doesn’t really matter because I know it will end the same. I have seen the interior regions of his soul, learned how it is shriveled and withered and dark like a blood clot nestled in his chest where his heart should be. It’s easy to have pity and feel sorry for him. It’s easy to make excuses and believe that someday he’ll be better. But he won’t.
Narcissists don’t change, sociopaths don’t change, psychopaths don’t change, and whatever combination of these things that he is plagued with, one thing is for certain — change will never come.
So what about her? The one who sleeps beside him now.
