141: It’s not about me

I miss her. Sometimes I would just sit in the living room and watch her paint. I know she has been struggling with creating. I hope this is the start of her uncorking her creative bottle.

140: Parable of the Prickly Porcupine

I realize now my anger and defensiveness were about armoring my heart. I cannot get to where I want to go when weighed down by my anger’s armor.

140: Parable of the Prickly Porcupine

I realize now my anger and defensiveness were about armoring my heart. I cannot get to where I want to go when weighed down by my anger’s armor.

138:01 Thoughts on Sluts and Creative Writing by The Queen Dolly

I luv this woman and her writing. More than most others, she makes me examine my biases. She does so because she makes an effort to examine her own.

138: Slut

Labeling someone a slut – or a narcissist, predator, or whore – isn’t rape, but the emotional intentions are the same. It’s about taking someone’s Power.

138: Slut

Labeling someone a slut – or a narcissist, predator, or whore – isn’t rape, but the emotional intentions are the same. It’s about taking someone’s Power.

136: Forgotten

I’ve spent much time and energy focused on my Ugly and working through my pain and loss. As such, I’ve stopped examining what was beautiful and good. It has created a myopic and unbalanced perspective on Our lives.

Best of 2018’s Week 34

Nothing can prepare me for walking through the door except walking through it. I won’t even know its a door until I’m through, maybe not even then. All I do know, if there was ever any truth in our hearts about our future, we will find our way back together. And if not? Well, if not, we will find ourselves elsewhere.

128.03: Mostly Last Thoughts on Interlopers and Rumormongers

Targets are stuck between a rock and a hard place, right where the Narcissist wants them to be, damned if they defend themselves and damned if they don’t BUT basically isolated and defenseless.

Gregory Zaffuto

After Narcissistic Abuse

132: Nepo’s Elves

If you only see me because of what I’ve written, or because of what others have said, or because of what you think of my betrayal, you don’t really see me.

You never have.