I am in a program of recovery for those whose lives have been affected by someone else's drinking, drug use, mental illness. I am newly learning faith, hope, and courage, practices not witnessed by me, in my childhood, with my family. Sadly, No Contact, as a last resort, is how I keep safe from diminishing words and actions directed at me. I think I have listened for the last time to how I deserve mistreatment. By holding out for something more wholesome and loving, I have been both banished and demanded to return. I prefer serenity to proximity. I will continue with my program and faith in the best possible outcome, so long as I do my part-- to stalk GOD as if my life depends on it.
And then there are those like us: “It totally did too happen. It was awful and a very big deal, and 100% my fault. Whatever might I do to make things right and earn your good favor. My life, I shall spend trying!” Ha!
“Enough about me. Let’s talk about you. Now, what do YOU think of me??” says every narcissist EVER
I can totally identify with this. It was my own lesson, but I dated narcissists from the age of 15-48 or so. It took a lot of hard work to realize I had no self-esteem. I was very competent and smart, but it’s obviously not the same thing.
To “loose” the narcissists I had to learn to love myself. I don’t miss the days on them blaming me very every darned thing while I scrambled to read their minds and make them happy
Thank you for your courageous, humble, and fun(in that familiar way-head nodding and chucking the laugh of familiarity) comment “I don’t miss the days of them blaming me very every darned thing while I scrambled to read their minds and make them happy”