How many Jewish grandmothers does it take to change a lightbulb?
Don’t worry about me, dear. I’ll just sit here in the dark.
I used to think this joke was so funny, but now I sometimes sit in the dark, waiting for someone (a knight in shining armor, perhaps) to change the lightbulb for me!
Is that an injury from the Narcissist or an injury that attracted the Narcissist?
My counselling had better be as good as I expect it to be, because I am at a loss to figure out how to recover my optimism by myself.
Bring on the big guns…