Farewell Ms. Love & Bubbles, It Was Fun While It Lasted

I'm on the same road and the parallel between twin flame and narcissist/empath relationships just propelled me several hundred yards closer towards my endgame conclusion on what sort of being it was who rearranged my personality and self-image so innocently and effectively.

A twin flame isn't supposed to be warm and inviting though. It's more like a flame that gets lit under your ass, or a flame that burns your eyes because it shines a mirror into the deepest parts of your core whether or not you're ready to look at them and won't relent.

Then if they happen to be a narcissist, they'll shatter the mirror and leaves you stuck picking up all the broken bits and pieces of your own reflection while they sidle off into some other poor soul's vanity cabinet. Give 'em a real hefty dose of who they actually are before pulling out the sledgehammer and smashing it to bits.

When we're avoidant the only thing we're avoiding is ourselves. The real, deep, true intimate knowledge of ourselves that tends to spill out in moments of pillow talk and real lovemaking. That's why I've crossed the road every time I've sniffed out an authentic connection in the last 8-odd months since Ms. Love & Bubbles systematically deconstructed my identity.

Maybe the narcissist comes in swinging the sledgehammer towards the avoidant empath because that's what they've been trying to do for themselves the whole time. Take the work out of being avoidant by destroying whatever was there to avoid in the first place. Attract a demolition crew to do the work for you because nobody can intentionally and consciously disassemble their own identity so thoroughly that it takes decades to put back together.

I think I'm sad now. I go back to sweeping up mirror shards. It bides the time nicely.

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