I did what I was supposed to do. I got a full-time job. I don’t want to name names because I am embarrassed by my family and their issues, but you may recall that certain relatives gave me the message that I had no value as a human being because I didn’t have a job.
Happy Turkey Day, bloggers! Today my mom and I are going to have lunch at the nursing home where my step-father is recuperating from knee replacement surgery. Nursing home. With old people. I think it’s really hilarious. I asked my dad if I get my own Kraftmatic Adjustible Bed. I pictured the three of us
I remember that Hannah used to be a confidante for me. I especially went to her if I had trouble with dating. She was in her late 60’s and had a wealth of life experiences. I loved listening to her outrageous stories of growing up in New Orleans during the 1960’s. She had had sexual
It seems to me that a narcissist is like a bonfire. I am attracted to the light of the flames because they are colorful, energetic, and reaching for something. The warmth of the fire is comforting, protecting me from the cold night air, and the smell… the smell of campfire is the best smell in
“I walk on eggshells around my sister-in-law. She’s extremely competitive, holds grudges, and always remembers situations differently from what happened – in a negative way.” . What you’re failing to recognize is that you do not have to take responsibility for your sister-in-law’s feelings, but you do have to take charge of your own. Release
This past week, I have written about my new job and problems that I am having with my mother. Is this off-topic? The blog is about narcissism, grief, recovery, and Yiddishkeit. . I don’t think I have been off-topic at all. Re-entering the workplace is a major milestone of recovery from a stupid narcissist. Now