Your Outrage Doesn’t Mean You’re Right

In which people tell me I’m wrong when I write about myself

Image by Markus Winkler from Pixabay

A while back, I posted the following essay to a Facebook group of women writers that I’m in. In a nutshell, this essay is about me — while I was living in Hanoi — dating a much younger Vietnamese man for 10 months, who turned out to be a covert narcissist. He almost killed me.