-
Sunday Bloody Sunday
My mother tried to gaslight me about my own period over breakfast. It went downhill from there. Welcome to Guatemala!
-
My Narcissist Mother Vs Army Of Me
My Narcissist Mother strikes again. Once more I rally the Army of Me.
-
I Hate You More – Meeting the Female Mr Horrible
There may have been a time in my life when I may have cared what people thought of me. Not counting any of the time when I was married. Those years don’t count because I wasn’t myself, I was some crazed Stepford Wife version of myself which existed only in that toxic ass relationship. I have since booted that bitch version of myself and told her to kick rocks. So maybe I gave a shit way back when I was a teenager. Since then, things have changed.
-
Pandemic Graduation – Surprise, the Ex is Still an Asshole
My youngest son has graduated high school. Thanks to COVID-19 the graduation ceremony was first cancelled, then postponed, then it evolved into this weird drive-thru event at a race track.
-
Picking Up the Pieces of Things Lost in the Divorce: Battlestar Galactica
One of the fallouts of the divorce was losing the things that I shared with the ex. Things that he appropriated and then tried to own them, and share them with his mistress. It took years for me to regain these things, to be able to partake in these things without getting overwhelmed with negative triggers. One of these days I will spend some time retracing the steps of his manipulation.
