💔 How I Got Rid of My Narcissistic Ex After 24 Years – And Gave My Daughter a Peaceful Life

I spent 24 years in hell.

It started in 1998. He was out most nights drinking and taking cocaine, disappearing until 3am — if he came home at all. I can’t count the number of times I had to go and collect him from god-knows-where. Once, I found him lying near train tracks, completely out of it. That was my “normal.”

Then in 2009, I got pregnant.

When I told him, he tried to punch me in the stomach. Then he vanished for a week. No explanation, no messages. Just gone.

Eventually, he slithered back, and I had my baby. And while I gave that child everything — every ounce of love, care, and protection I had in me — things at home only got worse.

He kept using. He kept disappearing. But the worst part? As my daughter got older — around 12 — I saw something shift. She started mimicking the anger. The aggression. The toxic moods she’d been absorbing like secondhand smoke.

He’d tell her to “hit the tree — it’ll make you feel better.”

That was the moment I knew: It ends now.

The Day I Got My Life Back

I didn’t wait for the right moment. There never is one.

I packed up every valuable thing I owned — my passport, my computers, anything important to me — and I hid it. I even hid the gun he kept in the bedroom, because let’s be real: if there’s a gun in the bedroom, what the hell was it there for?

I packed everything into my car. Then I hid the car.

That afternoon, I said six words I’d never said before — not like this:

“I can’t do this anymore.”

His face changed. I could see him scanning the room for something to smash, something to punish me with. He went straight for my computer — gone. Then looked for valuables — gone. He was scrambling, looking for power.

So his next move? He took my daughter — 12 years old — and said they were “going for a drive.”

My heart stopped. I wanted to scream, fight, run — but I didn’t. I knew if I reacted, he’d feed off it. So I stayed still. I prayed. I waited.

They came back safely, thank God. And he began collecting a few things to leave.

As he walked toward the door, I asked for my key. He lost it. “You’ve taken everything from me!” he yelled.

No, I didn’t.

I took myself back.

I took my daughter back.

He left within an hour and a half.

If You’re Reading This…

I know this sounds impossible. Unreal. Like something from a movie.

But it happened — and if you’re brave enough, it can happen for you too.

I’m not special. I was terrified. But I did it anyway. For my daughter. For myself.

And since that day, she has never shown an ounce of aggression.

She is peaceful. She is happy. She is safe.

So please, if this is your story too — don’t stay because you’re scared. Leave because you’re brave.

Your kids deserve peace.

You deserve peace.

You don’t owe anyone your pain.

With love,

V xxx