“Wave after wave,
Each mightier than the last.
Til last, a ninth one,
Gathing half the deep
Ββand full of voices,
Slowly rose and plunged, roaring!
And all the wave was in a flame.”Β
This succinct and powerful quote from Tennyson’s The Coming of Arthur, an excerpt from his epic work Idylls of the King, would often echo in my mind throughout the 4-Β½ years I was with Julia, my narcissist, summing up perfectly the hell that was missing her.Β If you’re still with your narcissist, or have recently experienced a(nother) discard phase at the hands of your narcissist, you’re all too familiar with that feeling of drowning in what seems to be an abyssal ocean of despair and forlorn longing.Β The narcissist has left you to suffer alone and appears to not be the least bit concerned with your pain or the fact that they are the only person who can calm these turbulent seas, ushering in a return of sunshine, calm breezes, and placid waters…or so we think.