Attracted to the in-between. Obsessing over the ‘well nothing really happened’ when it was everything that happened to me. Losing my motivation over the tiniest events is my normal

Even now An arm around my shoulder gives me the rush of uncomfortable promise Like the pedophiles who never went far enough for me to tell anyone about it As though anyone was there to be told in the first place

Mothering my mother (killing the Narcissist within)

This blog has been edited to respect the names and places of people in my family. I have no authority spreading stories I have not investigated myself. Though I talk about my mother, this is my story. Thank you for reading it. Shame, blame, disrespect, betrayal, and the withholding of affection damage the roots from … More Mothering my mother (killing the Narcissist within)