Faceless/Nameless

so you’re going along, happily on your own adventure when you meet a sucubi…. the whole world tells you “ my guy, that bitch is a narcissist and a sucubi?” and because you’re becumfuzzled you defend her! “ you don’t understand the traumas she’s went thru!” annnnd you burn bridges…..until the only one in your life is her…. but then what? you’re operating from a place of love of care of concern… and she’s just coming to the table with an endless string of fears and challenges and whims…you’re working to lift her up and to her you’re the stuffie on the bed….used for comfort then discarded….eventuallly that bond breaks and you become free again…but what’s left of you and why would anyone want any part of you? what does one do then…….asking for a friend