Rotting Roots
Tales from the dark side of my toxic origin story, and the havoc it inflicts on me daily.
Essays on narcissistic parenting, emotional abuse, an absent father, and the long, unfinished business of figuring out which parts of your damage are yours to carry and which ones you can put down.-
Don’t Lecture Me
I try to love my brother. However, he is a bit of a idiot sometimes. In particular when he talks down to me. I don’t recall signing up for your TED talk, dude, so why are you giving me the video lecture?
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Tales from the High Road…
I consider it a gross abuse of my kindness and familial obligation to be tardy to an event you have asked me to help you with. OMG! Case and point: Helping my brother move the last pieces of furniture from his old apartment to his new one. He asks for my help because I have a truck and trailer (I totally “fit in” here in Texas, who knew?). I told him I wanted to get started at 9am because (SURPRISE!) it is still hot in Texas in September, and lately, by noon the heat is in the high nineties and I am even less interested to do any heavy manual…
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Et tu, brute? You sure are Judgy, Bitch.
Somehow despite having been a single mom, my mother does not understand my single parenthood. Super annoying.
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When Conversation Goes Wrong
This is the true crime tale of a conversation killer that can't be stopped.
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Words Fall On Deaf Ears…
I should have written the point paper. I was going to write a paper. I talked about doing this at length with my best friend over the phone. The intention was so I could say my piece to my brother without interruption or tangents. More specifically so I could keep a cool head about me. In the end I made a mistake and capitalized on an opportunity to have a dialogue with my brother about the current difficulties we have been experiencing since we decided be roommates. I should have saved my breath.
