Good Luck Getting Rid of Me: Surviving a Malignant Narcissist and a Real-Life Psychopath

This isn’t fiction. This is what actually happened. And it’s still happening.

I wish the story I’m about to tell you was fiction, like most of the others I’ve written. But it’s not. Like most terrifying experiences we survive, we wish they’d never happened. But that’s not how life works, unfortunately. I’m not the only one surviving a malignant narcissist, but I am someone who is willing to share my experience.

I didn’t start writing this book in that two-metre sweatbox of a cell in Milan. That’s just where it all crashed down. Where the man I really liked got the police to arrest me, and I sat gripping the bars, sweating through my clothes, not knowing if I’d be charged, released, or just left to rot. All while he was probably eating dinner in my apartment. Oh… and trying to have himself added to my lease and then have me removed. Yeah. That happened too.

No phone, no watch and no lawyer.

I had one button in that cell. One. I pressed it like it might save my life.

All I could think was: what the fuck just happened? Panic swirled around me.

The Before

A year earlier, I’d been living in London, planning a move to Italy, thinking about tapas and sunlight and maybe finally getting my life together.

But then I went to Atlanta and met him.

He didn’t look like a psychopath. He looked like a slightly wounded boy in a grown man’s body. ADHD, maybe. A little lost. Maybe I could help. Maybe I could fix him.

I don’t even know what we were doing. The love bombing started then. A relationship? Great friends with benefits? We were still figuring it out when he left Atlanta and moved into my apartment in Milan. I let him, thinking it was temporary. That was my first mistake. I’d found a bird with a broken wing and thought my life was safe enough to help him.

How wrong I was.

He told me he loved me. That no man had ever made him feel the way I did.

Then he put hidden cameras in my apartment.

He stole from me. Blackmailed me. Made fake accounts in my name. Took everything I built. Gaslit me. Blame-shifted. Lied. Destroyed my business, my reputation, my safety… and pissed on it.

When I finally tried to get rid of him, he laughed.

Surviving a Malignant Narcissist

“Good luck getting rid of me,” he said. This, from a guy with BDP and NPD.

He meant it. And I was about to find out how right he was.

That’s when he got me arrested.

The past few months have been hell. He impersonates me online. Creates profiles on public dating apps and uploads my nude photos… with my face. Sends videos of me masturbating to people I worked with. Requests money through a bank transfer app. Then, when I ignore him, he writes emails to colleagues and experts I worked with, destroying my reputation.

This book isn’t just a story. It’s a live dissection of what it’s like to be caught in the web of a vindictive, malignant narcissist with no conscience, no empathy, and no limits. A man who deceived the fuck out of me. A man with no remorse, a drug problem I never even knew about, a compulsive liar, and a truly evil soul.

He’s still out there. He still doesn’t know this is coming. He has no idea what’s about to happen.

But you do.
Well… you will.

Good Luck Getting Rid of Me: The Journey

If you join me on this journey.

Chapter by chapter, I’m releasing this story, raw and unfiltered, just as it happened. And I want your help.

Read the Prologue and Chapter One Out Now. If it hits you like it hit me, stick around. Comment below 👇(or at the bottom of any of the related blogs). Share. Scream into the void with me if you have to. Subscribe now below 👇👇 to download and to get notified when new chapters come out.

This isn’t just a book. It’s a live operation. Each chapter is being released in real time. You get to read it before the dust even settles.

And here’s the twist: you’re not just a reader. You’re part of the process.

Don’t like something? Point it out. Think something needs tightening? Say so. If a scene doesn’t punch you in the gut like it should, tell me.

Help me shape this into the most brutal, honest, addictive memoir about surviving a narcissist.

Be my editor. Be my witness. Help make this story perfect. Because it needs to be told.

Each new chapter will be available for a few cents to cover my costs. But if you can’t afford it, email me and I’ll send it to you. This isn’t about money. This is about survival. About getting the truth out and covering costs while I do it.

This is Good Luck Getting Rid of Me. About surviving a malignant narcissist.

And it starts now.

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Fox Emerson