That’s a pretty big ‘if’.

I’ve been trying to gently train my kids to see the bird and the tree for what they are. (I certainly don’t want to poison them about their dad, but I want them to understand and realize that his behavior is not because of who they are.) I think it’s healthy for them to see that there are lots of possible reactions, and lots of possible trees.

What I noticed with my parents was that even if you were in your happy place, there was always a fear that they would poop on you in some way…….wow, its coming full circle. Everything with a narcissist leads back to poop!!! :)

I do appreciate ‘hope springing eternal’. I’m usually pretty happy and loving, and if I’m not, I work on getting there. But I think we sit under the damned tree because we are used to it. We were trained to sit under the tree, and when we aren’t in training anymore then we volunteer to sit under the tree.

Y’know, after more thought….if the bird stops pooping then it has earned the right to join you at your new tree. If not, I don’t think I’m gonna miss it much!

The coffee’s always on. :)

In my little family it’s about flying monkeys!

I think we keep sitting under that damn tree because ‘hope springs eternal’. What if, on the very day that you decide to find a new tree, the bird stops pooping? You’ve seen the bird be nice. You know the bird is capable of being nice. Maybe the bird could be nice all the time? That’s why you keep sitting under that tree.

I thought about the title… a lot. I got pretty good at making ice cream out of bird poop. I could even find a bright spot in a day with a narcissist. But then I realized that it got to the point where I would need Prozac in order to have a decent day with a narcissist. That’s when things changed. That’s when I realized that those days weren’t good. Those were days where I was simply getting by. You are right, Donna, there isn’t anything as mythical as a good day with a narcissist.

I agree with Pat. You know its gonna happen…why do we keep sitting under that tree?

When I was growing up, it was inherently understood that you were supposed to respect adults. As I grew up in my crazy family, I took the stand that respect has to be earned, I don’t give a flying donkey who you are.

Your kids situation with their ‘dad’ grieves me. But I’m so happy that they have YOU! And I’m doubly glad that you don’t make them spend time with him.

Also, a question about the title: How would you know if it was a good day with a narcissist? I do not think that is possible. :)