About
I am Jesse Blayne*.
In no particular order, I write about …
- parenting
- narcissism
- cooking
- stocking a tool chest (metaphorically speaking)
- getting through the day with grace and a modicum of sanity
- friendship and family
- finding humor in ordinariness
- my passion for coffee and Frito’s
I have two fantastic kids and an incredibly patient cat.
I live in the same town that I grew up in.
I love a good story.
I can never find anything good to watch on TV.
I often think that what I fix for dinner is better than anything I could get at a restaurant. That either means I’m a good cook, or I live in a town that can’t brag about having any fine restaurants.
I am not a foodie.
I look at things through my camera.
Sometimes I take a decent picture. Usually my daughter takes better pictures.
I am not a skateboarder, but I know a lot of skater dude lingo. (I don’t think skater dudes use the word, “lingo”.)
I still ski every week in the winter, but I’m not the one that ends up waiting for the rest of the group. (For the uninitiated, that means I stop a lot to take in the view. Okay, what that really means is that I’m not a fast skier.)
I’d like to call myself a golfer, but occasionally I walk around hitting a little white ball with a long stick, swatting mosquitoes and saying bad words.
I misspell ‘occasionally’ every single time.
I love anything I can do with my hands, but I won’t do your windows because I don’t do mine.
If I had to describe myself as a cocktail, I’d say, “VO and water.”
Contrary to my bio on Twitter, I’ve never made a killer cocktail with lemonade and vodka. I don’t know where I got that. I’m not even sure that lemonade goes with vodka.
I seldom make my bed, and I don’t insist that my kids make theirs.
I discovered Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD) six weeks after I left my husband.
I always like to see what bloggers look like, so I posted my picture here, thinking you might want to see what I look like, too. The picture is fuzzy on purpose. I don’t want you to really see what I look like because I write with a pseudonym*.
(Don’t you love a good mystery?)

I do like a good story.
Writing this blog has been the most cathartic experience of my life.
That’s a hint for you to write your own story.
Write it in a journal.
Write it on scratch paper that you’ll later light a fire with.
Write it in a bathroom stall in a tavern. (Don’t include your phone number.)
Just write it.
In the meantime, write to me.
I never get tired of talking/writing/thinking about narcissism, kids, relationships, or life.
Revision 8/19/11
Sometimes I need a break from discussing narcissism. It can get depressing after awhile.
In the meantime, I wrote a book about how I got into a relationship with a narcissist, and how I got out to move on and make a much happier life for my kids and myself.






