my mother
Why such a topic, one might wonder!? Yes, I’d wonder too. With, of course, the difference that I know exactly why I chose such a headline for this post. I bring up my boobs, because… Continue reading
My mom was born on October 4 or 6 – I can’t remember (and I refuse to be embarrassed about it). She died on February 15 (night between 14 – 15), which made her 46… Continue reading
Internet is truly an amazing place, in many respects. One of the good things is that you can find pretty much anything, these days. Like Facebook groups for daughters to narcissistic mothers. I’m in one… Continue reading
This post is written couple of days before my birthday, which is when I will be 46 years old – the age my narcissistic mother was when she died. I thought I’d be more emotional… Continue reading
This is a follow-up post on the Youtube video with the same name – the adult child. I doubt that I’m the only one thinking in these terms when it comes to narcissists – but… Continue reading
In few hours – around 2am, it’ll be precisely twentyone years since my mom died. She had the very bad taste to die on the night from Valentine’s Day. But her death was also expected… Continue reading
Ok, so I’m going to tell you something. Two things, actually. The first isn’t so bad, but the second – oh, that’s something many people would consider provocative. Are you ready? All right, let’s go.… Continue reading
