I sit at my kitchen table, the same one where we used to share hurried breakfasts and late-night confessions, now staring at the empty chair across from me. The silence is deafening, not because the room is quiet, but because it lacks the familiar cadence of his voice, his laughter, even his indifference. […]The post The Mourning of a Neglectful Love appeared first on HG Tudor - Knowing The Narcissist - The World's No.1 Resource About Narcissism.