In the past 2 weeks my family has lost a wonderful gentleman in my Uncle N on Friday 2nd August, and today Tuesday 20th August, my Aunty S left us. Both now finally free of pain and in peace together with their sisters Flo and Phyllis.
When we look back over our lives, we like to know that we have done somethings okay and somethings well. As screwed up as my own life was, and continues to be while I battle my own demons, I am most proud of my beautiful daughter. I think I was a pretty good mum considering the one I had.
As usual over Easter my NM called and left her usual message. I didn't hear it in full as my loving husband hung up on it as we played it back, because we didn't answer the call, we didn't know who it was, it was from a private caller.
I don't know about you, but I was born in the 1960's and I went to Sunday school every Sunday ... While my generation and I received religious education at school, we made Easter and Christmas decorations in class, sang songs, it was totally normal, until now that is ... I also had the most beautiful set of bible books in full colour that was my prized procession, I loved those books so much ...
I got THE SMS ... The one I usually get from my NM (narcissistic mother) that I get around every Christmas/New Year/Easter or Birthday ...
If you are like me and you really don't like this time of year, meaning Christmas/New Year, please let me send you a gentle hug over the internet and hold you close for a little while, because 'I hear you' ...
It has started again, like it does around this time of year, and around most holiday periods, and no matter what I do, or how well I think I am doing they hit hard and fast and get me completely off guard. Apparently, PTSD does that to you and subconsciously so do the 'arguments' in my sleep.
Families, what are they really? ... I was born in 1963 to 2 narc parents, both only interested in themselves, money and what life and everyone in the world owed them personally. Me included.
As I was putting this Blog together, I put the 'About' page together, then sat here looking at the blank page trying to decide what I would write about. Coffee, I needed coffee ...
narcissistic truth 
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