Anyone who has ever extracted themselves from a relationship with a narcissistic abuser knows it isnโt clean or easy. I cringe remembering how many times I tried to play the โcool girlโ or fawn in response to what was clearly abusive, coercively controlling behavior by Graham. I also know how dangerous it is to become the target of a narcissist โ so even long after our relationship ended I continued to be upbeat any time he reached out, though I would also immediately shut down any attempts on his part to initiate flirting or romanticizing of the past. Yes, the day I saw him announce he was running I wanted to make sure people knew he had a Nazi tattoo โ and I was terrified he would find out it was me. But of course he knew it was me. Whatโs ironic is I absolutely never would have shared my story if he hadnโt been relentlessly attacking my character behind the scenes for months once the tattoo story came out. I tried to signal that I wasnโt the source and stayed completely silent about him on social media even as most of my friends posted regularly about what a bad person he is. But then in early April the New York Times came to me. I asked how they got my number. I said I was not interested in sharing my story. They said but waitโthere are other women. Women terrified to tell their stories, too, and you need to band together. WE will help you. We will protect you. Men canโt keep getting away with this. Hours before their first call to me I saw Eric Swalwellโs name plate get removed from his office door in Cannon. It felt like fate. I welcomed the two journalists into my home days later, nervous and overwhelmed. Justin Fairfax had just murdered his wife and himself the previous day and even conservative pundits were conjecturing that โif only those women hadnโt accused him of abuse, this never would have happenedโฆโ But I told them my story. I let them take pictures of my diary pages. I sent them screenshots of messages and gave them phone numbers and contacts. It was excruciating. I was surprised by what details I remembered, and as I poured through old messages I was horrified by how much I had forgotten. I explained very clearly that, like many women abused by their partners, I had not told anyone about his violence at the timeโI had covered for and defended it. I accepted his earnest apologies. They said thatโs fine because the diary entries and my on the record story was enough. They connected me to two of the other victims so we wouldnโt feel so alone. I insisted to each of them that I trusted the NYT journalists and that we were doing the right thing despite their (sadly very accurate) sense that something was wrong. One of the victims and I realized our relationships with Graham overlapped completely - he had been cheating on both of us the entire time we were together. I should note here that my life is justโฆ beautiful. These are the best years of my life. Raising two young girls in a safe, beautiful neighborhood where I work from home and shuffle my children from dance classes and soccer to church events โ I am blessed far beyond what I deserve with wonderful friends and family and the most loving, brilliant husband in the world. Why would I blow my life up like this? Why would I risk the psychotic doxxing from violent leftist activists? Because while I have been terrified to come forward I decided this was the โhard right thingโ to do. The guilt of staying silent has nagged me. Most therapists recommend a โgray rockโ approach to extracting yourself from narcissistic abuse โ it works really well, but it is a gift to the abuser, allowing them to persist in their delusion that theyโve done nothing wrong. I couldnโt stay silent as he continued to lie and lie and lie. I want my daughters to boldly speak out if theyโre ever abused as I was.
