“I was watching your eye contact as you visited. That was weird. Your eyes were tearing up when he was talking to you, but it was a friendly conversation. What was that about?” Continue reading →
Those dear souls flock to your door. They can’t help it. You draw them in with your counselor/helper/listener magnet. (Think moth to flame.) You’ve probably tried leaving the magnet on the dresser, or stashing it on the top shelf of the closet, thinking that if you hide the magnet, you won’t ooze that helper vibe. That helper vibe clings to you the way hurting souls cling to an HSP. Continue reading →
Will thought if we left a little later, the timing would be off and we wouldn’t run into him, but when we pulled into the parking lot, we saw him getting out of his car. Continue reading →
“How’d you sleep?” I set my coffee down to get up and start her chocolate milk. Continue reading →
The pie server made a scraping sound in the hard-packed dirt as she finished carving the words – Stop Looking Back! Continue reading →
“I know which movie you mean.”
She mopped the last bite of pancake through the maple syrup. “Well, you can’t really complain if you’ve only invested a year. And if you’ve toughed it out for like three years, that seems the time to make a choice.”
“Yeah? Not sure where you’re going with this, but I’m listening.”
“But if you stick it out for 16 years, complaining all the way and continuing to be miserable, isn’t it your own fault for staying. At that point, do you have any right to complain about that jerky woman you’re working for?”
“I see what you mean. And as long as you remember that that also applies to relationships, you’ll have it all figured out.” I laughed, “It sounds like my work is done here.”
“I knew you were gonna say that!”
Thank you for reading here. I wish you quiet sparkles, warm hugs from those you love the most, peace by a fire with a good book in your lap, and an optimistic feeling about the new year.
Be well, friends, and Merry Christmas!
This wasn’t the plan – to be a single mom in my 50s, raising kids by myself. Continue reading →
You might be a narcissist if you haven’t seen them in their comfort zones, when they talk in silly voices and make each other laugh so hard they almost cry.
You might be a narcissist if you haven’t noticed how they hold their arms close to their sides to guard themselves from your criticisms.
You might be a narcissist if you don’t know how you hurt them when you dismiss them.
She won’t dance in front of you because she knows you’ll make fun of her.
He hasn’t told you about his Instagram account because you’ll tell him how to take pictures.
You only see them when they are perfect reflections of you, but that’s not who they are.
They do have people in their lives who really see them for who they are, but that wouldn’t occur to you.
You don’t even know that you don’t know your kids.