It ate her alive. Not a lot could compete with calis, doves, red and blacks and lemon and lime E’s from the previous decade, so I’d kind of got it out of my system. After getting a placement I genuinely thought was the least likely to materialise, I stayed away from everything except booze and a joint. With hindsight I knew she was trouble, but she was from a good, solid home, bright as fuck, creative musically but manipulating to another level. Narcissistic personalities are adroit at control and they can reveal themselves v v slowly over time, so you even begin questioning whether it’s you losing it. She would ask questions like “are you ok, you seem really down?” when I was tip top.
Retrospectively, we’re all wise. You either chalk it down to experience, or get bitter like Phil Leotardo