I was up all night with Jenny. I’ll spare you the gory details, but she was afraid of falling back to sleep for fear she’d get sick again. I held her pretty much all night long while she drifted in and out of sleep. I looked at her long eyelashes and her perfectly arched eyebrows, her long delicate fingers and the wisps of hair around her forehead. She’s not a baby anymore, but when she’s not feeling well, she seems as fragile and vulnerable as when she lived in my arms. Continue reading →
You Might Be a Narcissist If ...
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Feb 10
A Bad Day Doing Anything Is Better Than A Good Day With A Narcissist
His knees make this strangely hollow sound when he smacks them together. Imagine taking two 2×4’s wrapped in fleece, and hitting them against each other. Will is a thin 11 year old. He doesn’t have a lot of padding, especially around his knees. He’s gone through an interesting series of nervous ticks. I don’t think of the knee-knocking as a nervous tick, but I’ve noticed that he does this when he’s playing a game on the computer, or when he’s talking on the phone with his dad. Continue reading →
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Feb 10
Narcissists and Rules
Don’t touch a cowboy’s hat or a lady’s hair-do.- Don’t ask anyone how many acres they have, how many head of cattle they own, or how much money they have in the bank.
- Do not ask a lady how much she weighs or how old she is.
- Never ask a big lady when her baby is due.
- Don’t tell anyone your social security number, your pin number or your locker combination.
- If you eat the whole bag of Fritos, keep it a secret.
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Feb 10
Come And Tell Me Why Yer Leavin’ Me
The first time I set foot in our little house, I got teary. Granted, I wasn’t very emotionally stable at the time. I had decided to leave my husband. I had been living at my mom’s for a couple months. I had to get my kids settled, and the weight of the transition was heavy on me. The realtor unlocked the maroon door, we set foot in the open living room/dining room area, I took one look at the wood stove, glanced at the dark red walls in the kitchen, and I knew it would be our home. Continue reading →
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Feb 10
Narcissism and Awareness
Once again, I am sitting at my purple dining room table, coffee in hand, writing away, and I kicked the cat. (Yes, I have a purple dining room table, but to be fair, we don’t dine at it, and it’s piled high with books, papers, my kids’ artwork, my computer, a couple pens, coffee and wine stains and a cute little lamp with a shade that has beads coming off of it. I don’t know why, but I love that lamp shade. It’s one part Eartha Kitt, one part Diana Krall, and one part Pink.) Continue reading →
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Feb 10
Nighttime and the Narcissist
Who thinks of you at night? Who thinks of you as they turn out the light? Who sends up a little prayer for you, or gives thanks that you are in their life? Continue reading →
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Feb 10
The Proper Care and Feeding of Your Narcissist
Eight years ago on Super Bowl Sunday, I was two months pregnant with Jenny, and I had round-the-clock morning sickness. To this day, I tell Jenny that she was worth every trip to the bathroom. One of my favorite pictures is a shot of me, looking awful from the morning all day sickness, holding a gallon-sized container of Atomic Fireballs. There’s something about the hot spicy jawbreakers that kept the sickness at bay. They were an absolute lifesaver. I had an Atomic Fireball in my mouth for 7 months. Poor Will was going on four years old. He got used to me hanging out in the bathroom. In fact, after Jenny was born, I was doing something, let out a cough, and I heard Will say, “Mommy, are you throwing up again?” Anyway, we had been invited to a Super Bowl Party. I was sitting in a chair, trying to summon up the strength to put on my shoes. I did not want to go to the party, but I didn’t want to disappoint Mark and Will. I looked at Mark and said, “I’m so sorry, but I just can’t go. I feel like all I’ve been doing is trying to simply exist.” He looked at me, let out a sigh of frustration and said, “Well, that is all you’ve been doing.” Continue reading →
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Jan 10
The Blogger as Narcissist
Maybe I’m the Narcissist? Heck, I’m the one writing this blog. Could be I’m every bit as narcissistic as my wasband. Yikes. That thought used to keep me awake at night. I’ve taken the tests. I’ve read the books. It’s not lost on me that with as much time as I spend writing and thinking about my life, that I could be every bit as narcissistic as he is. Add to that the fact that I’m putting this all out there for the world to see. But I have enough experience in, and knowledge about, NPD to know that I’m not the narcissist. I sleep well at night. Continue reading →
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Dec 09
The Height of Narcissism
A few days before Christmas, my kids received a letter from Santa Claus. I told you they were special. Actually, for about the last three years, Mark has been penning a letter, printing it in a flowery script, placing it in a manila envelope with a return address of “Office of Santa Claus, North Pole”, and leaving it at our door. The letters always talk about what is currently going on in their lives, like the fact that Will is into golf and Jenny is growing her bangs out. I think Mark is capitalizing on the “Santa watches everything” line, and he’s letting the kids know just what it is that Santa sees. Mark does not keep in mind the fact that kids are very perceptive. And he hasn’t factored in the inevitable conversations and reactions at school, when our kids ask other kids about their letters from Santa. Oops. Continue reading →
