I never thought I could be addicted to a person. 40 years of wondering if I had a soul mate. I tried to find at least something to resemble one. I failed at recognizing narcissist by thinking they were hurt little boys that never got enough positive attention from their dads. Then I found him. At a psych hospital. He was the one I wanted right away. I was perfectly sane. Just worn out.
He was worn out too. Depression and anxiety survival techniques had literally rubbed us raw. And our minds met while our physical body was being experimented on. It was wonderful.
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