The Mother of All Resentment
Lunch with my mother brings up all kinds of resentment. Reminders that my mother is a narcissist.
I Will Not Dumb Myself Down
On refusing to let anyone - my mother, the ex, anyone - treat me like I don't know my own mind. A zero-tolerance policy.
Merry Christmas to Me – the Gift of Peace
I didn't invite my mother and brother for Christmas this year. My mother tried everything to get invited. I woke up at noon and felt nothing but peace. Merry Christmas to me.
Stepped Over the Line – Disrespecting My Boundaries
I texted my brother to say I wasn't coming to work. That should have been the end of it. It was not the end of it.
Fever Dream – Ghosts from My Past and Watching Bandersnatch
I have a weird quirk where sometimes the more popular something is, the more I resist jumping on the bandwagon. Some latent habit left over from my rebellious youth? A remnant of anti-establishment feelings that never really disappeared, perhaps?
