Hello from Andrea

Greetings! I am Andrea, the author of Narcissist-Free.com. In July of 2014, I experienced a horrific discard and spent a full year trying to hide my anxiety, fear, grief, anger and longing while working full-time and raising my son as a single mom. Unless you have experienced emotional abuse, it is very difficult to understand what targets (aka victims, survivors, thrivers) endure. After a year of franticly searching for ways to make the pain and obsession go away, I found exactly what I needed to heal. I started this site in October 2016 (which also happens to be Domestic Violence Awareness Month) to give others the opportunity to heal with the help of the same authors, experts, bloggers, thrivers that I have met along the way. These amazing people fashioned, shaped and guided my recovery. May these same folks guide you too on your journey of emotional wellness.


It’s been years since my ex-husband left our home. He left in a huff, without much warning. We had been sailing along like any married couple does. Life seemed pretty good to me, in fact, I was grateful and happy and content. We had been married quite a few years. I had a job; he had a business. We had a beautiful baby, a home, two cars, friends and family who loved and adored us, and a little summer cabin. What more could we ask for?


Our son was nearly 2 when I felt it happening. My husband started slipping away, but not the kind where it was very noticeable. First, it was every Friday night, our date night when he’d get a call. It was always a client (a renter actually; we owned properties, and we were landlords). He’d complain, “Why do they always call on Friday nights?” After dinner, he’d slip away. He’d be gone for a few hours and then back home. I didn’t suspect anything at first. Eventually, I noticed it was becoming a habit. I considered putting our sleeping baby in the car and following him once, but it just was not worth the effort.  When he’d come home, I’d innocently grill him. “So who was it that called and needed you?” and “What was wrong with the heater?” And, “Who is this tenant?” And explain to me, explain to me, explain to me… and so on it went.


One Saturday the baby was sleeping, and we were watching a movie. He exclaimed, “I’m going to a meeting.” It was an AA meeting. My husband was sober you see, in AA and he’d go to meetings a few times a week. But this was Saturday and not a normal meeting night for him. He’d pick up a meeting on occasion on Saturdays, now and then. I knew which meeting he was going to, and I knew it was “Open.” An open meeting means anyone can attend, even the public. I said, “I’d like to go too.” He didn’t respond. I took that to mean OK. I got on the phone and called the sitter. “Can we drop our son off for about 2 hours tonight? Just decided to hop out for a bit.” I hung up the phone, and he was pissed. “I wish you would have asked me,” he said. I didn’t think it was a problem. We go to meetings together all the time. I told him when he hadn’t responded that I had taken that as a yes. I asked if he’d like me to cancel the sitter so he could go alone. “No. It’s fine. Too late.” He was still crabby. We went to the meeting, and I scoured the room. Was there a woman at this meeting who was staring me down? Was there a woman here he was hoping to see or meet?


I saw nothing out of the ordinary. To this day, I wonder if he had another gal there, or if it was a coffee shop he wanted to see her at. “I bet she works weekend nights at the coffee shop somewhere,” I thought to myself that night.


It wasn’t long after that my husband came home one Sunday morning after being at a men’s retreat for the weekend. This was when he dropped the bomb, and my life was forever changed.


Side note: Not two weeks prior, I remember watching my husband with our son. I love you so much, I thought. I love our family. I love you. I can’t ever imagine us divorced. I wanted to say this out loud but I held back, soaking in the beauty of the moment. We had come so far. Our little family was a miracle. We had had so many knock-down drag-out fights, mostly due to his drinking and drugging. That was all in the past now. He had been sober 10 years and was committed to recovery. There was no more porn addiction. No more lying. No more stealing money from our bank accounts or from me to do as he pleased. No more recklessness and carelessness. No more hitting me, beating me up. He was sober now, and a model to others, working with others, a changed man. We read our daily readings together, we had come so far, even amassing a great fortune. My family helped us out. We were on the path and we had a happy life. None of the little tiny red flags mattered as I watched my husband play with my son. There was no denying our son was the apple of his eye.


My husband asked me what I wanted to do that Sunday. “I thought we could take the bikes and go for a ride in the park today,” I said. “I don’t want to do that!” he said with disgust. He was pissed. I didn’t know why. I asked, “Why do you ask me what I want to do, and then you get angry when I suggest something?” We were in my son’s nursery. I will never forget this day.


“I don’t love you. I don’t think I ever loved you,” he said.


Something about those words and they way he said it. I felt as if I was kicked in the gut. Even though I had had blinders on, even though I sensed a growing distance between us, even though even though even though… I KNEW this was not being said in jest.


I fell to my knees, something I had never done in our relationship.


I groaned.


No…. No… No… I said. I cried out.




He stood stoic.




Towering over me without any empathy, without any feeling, without any compassion for what I was experiencing.


“I’m moving out.”


I buried my face in my hands, my body hunched over at his feet.


No. Please. No…


Begging him not to make this a reality.


He told me to get up.


“Get up,” he said with disgust.


He didn’t help me up.


I realized what I was doing and got myself off the floor. I put my arms around him, but he made no move. He was stiff.


“Please. I said. I love you. I love us. I love our family. Don’t do this. I’ll do anything. Please. You don’t mean it.” (I knew he did.)


He gave me no hug. No hope. No response. He moved, he walked away. I fell back into my son’s glider. I don’t remember where my son was at this point.


I am in the glider, sick to my stomach, knowing that this is the end. I just knew it. It wasn’t a fight. It wasn’t yelling. It was nothing. It was ending. I was losing this man. I had already lost him. (And little did I know another woman was waiting.)


This is one of the worst days of my life. I was a time in my life that changed me forever and has abruptly changed the course of my life.


Stay tuned for what happens next.




(This is an unedited beginning to my story.)

  • Jess A.

    I know the feeling. Years later realizing you had known for a long time, without really knowing. The begging, trying anything to get him to stay, to try and work it out. It’s gut-wrenching to look back and feel like such a fool. All I wanted to do was sit and talk with my (now) ex about whether he was leaving or we were going to try and work it out. He never told me it was over, but when he hit me, that was my final straw. Before the PFA expired, I’d already filed for divorce, because he hadn’t. He had to make me look like the bad guy.

    I didn’t mean this comment to be so long. I really just wanted to say, you are not alone. Thank you for sharing your story. All too often we victims hide away, ashamed of what we willingly fell victim to. But we need to be heard by each other and talking about it helps. Knowing we weren’t crazy, after all.

    April 7, 2017 at 11:36 am Reply
  • Anna

    WOW, very powerful! Thank you for sharing, and I look forward to the rest of your story. Sending you love and light, Anna

    April 7, 2017 at 12:34 pm Reply
  • Fredrika

    Deception and lies followed by complete betrayal! Yes, this is the narcissistic way. You are blessed to be free because you can now start the journey to find out how you were vulnerable to marry this man, and why he chose you. For more help go to melanietoniaevans.com. Her site has helped me recover from narcissistic abuse, and then find I experienced it in my childhood and was vulnerable because I loved my narcissistic parents.

    July 5, 2017 at 7:01 am Reply
  • Vanessa

    My exhusband just left this last Sunday it has been a week of emotional roller coaster. But my question is will I ever be free from him? We have two kids yesterday was the first day he saw them. He dropped them off in the night drunk told our daughter it was fine because he had a DD.

    September 24, 2017 at 12:49 pm Reply
  • Myrna Ramos

    I totally understand what has happened to my self and children.didnt know there was help

    October 10, 2017 at 11:50 am Reply
  • Charmaine

    Look forward to reading the next part of your experience. My daughter’s husband EX I’m glad to say. Is a Narcissistic. The way her treated her was so bad. He left her for another woman (girl) straight into a full blown over the top whirl wind affair. It’s now obvious he was setting up his new supply long before he left, within a year he was engaged got her pregnant and wedding plans were in place even before the divorce. I am glad he moved on. My daughter is still suffering from the aftermath of his Narci ways. He is so cruel and so is his new supply. I say good riddens.

    February 7, 2018 at 10:13 pm Reply
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