Rebekah I’m sorry I should have been more specific this afternoon when we sorta talked. I can’t or couldn’t (depending on when you read this) see you tonight because I was afraid to! As I said for the past five nights in a row you have treated me like poison for 5 different reasons.
I’ve been having trouble writing lately because I believe that Recovery is boring. Who wants to read about somebody who got dressed in the morning, made it to work on time, sold refrigerators, finished her shift, picked up fried chicken from a drive-thru restaurant, ate it in from of the television, and then went to
I am re-posting this image because it is a snapshot of my ex-marriage to my ex-abuser. Conversations went like this: ignore me yawn avoid eye contact interrupt mention some mistake I made 3 years ago deny talk thru me or shout over me be dismissive hijack the conversation
Yesterday I realized that August 28th, 2015 was the 2nd anniversary of the day I left Israel to be with the narcissist. It has been two years since I left Israel. Wow, I can’t believe it. It’s been a terrible time for me, really crappy, but it feels like a rough month – not two
I’m cleaning off my desk today (well, maybe a corner of it) and I’ve decided to post some of the half-finished posts I have lying around. Being a Perfectionist, no… a Grand Perfectionist, I tend to hold onto projects until I can get them to be just right (AKA brilliant). Usually, it’s a dysfunctional system
In two days, I work my final shift at the clothing store. My lovely, responsibility-free, part-time job is over – and it’s time. I took that job because I had a nervous breakdown after the narcissist discarded me. I needed work that required nothing of me (a job that is frequently given to autistic adults) yet
I was at my supposedly monogamous and committed-to-me boyfriend’s house. He was fixing me lunch and we were having fun watching some movie. It was a very low key afternoon, the kind of date you have when you are poor and can’t afford to go anywhere. Someone knocked on his front door. It turned out