This is the beginning. This is where I start to sort out what it means to survive narcissism. I am still coming out on the other side of this relationship. I’m not sure anyone knows how long it takes to make sense of the experience. Maybe I will always attempt to make sense of it. But with lots of humor and the help of great friends, I’m beginning to see what I’ve learned, and what I continue to learn about why I ended up in a relationship with a narcissist. Continue reading →
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Aug 09
The beginning …
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Mar 10
Understanding Ourselves
Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.
Carl Jung
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Mar 10
Karma and Irony
My recipe for moving on includes a healthy dose of humor. It has to. Humor got me through, and out of, my relationship with Mark. Humor will do the same for me now. I have to share a funny observation with you. Continue reading →
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Mar 10
Scared To Death
Anything I’ve ever done that was ultimately worthwhile…initially scared me to death.
Betty Bender
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Mar 10
Living On The Roof
I miss the roof. There. I said it. We camp out on the roof because of the good and the bad. We are ever-hopeful that the good outweighs the bad. After awhile, we lose sight of that delicate balance. Continue reading →
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Mar 10
I Am Part of the Universe or Get Yourself Off the Roof
So a flood is coming. The man has been warned. He sees the waters rising. He’s standing in his front yard praying for God to save him when another man floats by on an inner tube. The man on the tube says, “Hey, there’s room on my tube. You better come with me.” The first man says, “I’ll be alright. God will save me.” Continue reading →
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Mar 10
Where Is The Universe When I Need It?
When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.
Paulo Coehlo, The Alchemist
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Mar 10
Recipe For Moving On
Apparently life is not waiting for me to catch up. It’s time to put an end to my little pity party, round up the soggy wads of kleenex, wipe the mascara from under my eyes and move on. Ever since the kids could walk, I’ve asked them to go get a kleenex when they see someone is hurt or crying. It’s not because I wanted them to wait on me. But handing someone a kleenex when they are crying is a great way to show you care when you don’t know what the hell to say. It’s better than standing there waiting for the sobbing person to tell you, “Go get a kleenex, already.” On Tuesday night, Will wised up and brought me the whole box. There’s too much to do, too much to plan, and too much to anticipate to spend anymore time licking my wounds. Enough is enough. Continue reading →
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Mar 10
Stop The Clock
It was the winter of 1996 and I was standing in the middle of the produce section of a grocery store wondering how anyone could fuss over a navel orange when my grandfather had just been found, face down in the drifted snow next to his mobile home. I thought for sure that the clocks would have stopped, that time would be frozen somehow, so that everyone could acknowledge the passing of someone who was so dear to me. How could people go on about their day, squeezing heads of iceberg lettuce, griping about the long lines, and fumbling through their purses for coupons? How could life continue to be so ordinary? Continue reading →
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Mar 10
Ditch The Heels
Yet if a woman never lets herself go, how will she ever know how far she might have got? If she never takes off her high-heeled shoes, how will she ever know how far she could walk or how fast she could run?
Germaine Greer
