Instead of serving coffee and biscotti, my aunt invited us to a picnic lunch at the park. We sat in the grass under the shade of a huge pine tree, eating fries and burgers from Dairy Queen. She had read yesterday’s post, and called to invite us for a summer bright spot. On the way to her house, I thought of how I’d tell her of the wolves that had been recently showing up at my door. I’d give her the details. I’d get her take on things. I’d vent (a little) and spew. I’d feel better. It’d be a counseling session in the sun at the park. Continue reading →
Posts Tagged: narcissism
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Jul 10
Coming Full Circle
“Dad, if you changed some things so that we would be more comfortable around you, we would want to see you more.” Will, with eyes blinking incessantly, and hands shoved into the pockets of his grass-stained kahkis, summoned the courage to stand up to his dad. Later, Will told me he felt like he wanted to throw up when he was talking to Mark. Continue reading →
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Jul 10
When The Other Shoe Doesn’t Drop
Apparently, the Narcissist’s other shoe is not made of concrete. Apparently, the other shoe will not even be dropped. Mark received The Email from mom. And, as previously written, she dared say things I have never had the guts to say. She delivered a 2 x 4 to his forehead with more force than I thought her slender arms could produce. She blew off the end of the smoking gun, re-holstered, and stood with arms crossed, head high, waiting for a response. Continue reading →
28
Jun 10
The Narcissist’s Other Shoe
This is the calm before the storm. Or is it? After Mark’s last email to Will, we have not heard much from him. It has been quite pleasant around here. Although, there is a part of me that wonders what’s coming next. Continue reading →
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Jun 10
When The Path Is Overgrown
I am the stream. I am the stream. I am the stream. Yeah, whatever. There seem to be a few more rapids in the stream today. I won’t bore you with details. Same crap, different day. I do believe in the stream. I am the stream. Today I needed a little help getting around a humongous boulder right in the middle of my path. Continue reading →
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Jun 10
I Am The Stream
I thought about posting the most damning quotes from the emails received from Mark in the last few days. I thought I might even write about how Mark is telling Will that while every boy needs a mom, they don’t need a mom who poisons them with the hate they feel for that boy’s dad. I thought I’d even post entire copies of those emails. (Trust me. They far exceed the 1000 word limit that a lot of bloggers prefer.) I thought of posting his criticisms and defending myself. His writings further prove his disorder, so it certainly would be more fodder for this blog. Continue reading →
20
Jun 10
Happy Father’s Day to Me
I have learned how to throw a spiral. I ski even on the days when it’s too damn cold, and I’d rather be sitting by the fire reading a good book. I routinely embarrass myself on the golf course. I know the difference between an olie, a tic-tac, a fakie, a nosegrind and a kickflip. (Those are skateboarding terms, by the way.) I even remember to laugh at their burp competitions. I also let them spit sunflower seed shells at each other - until I can’t stand it any more. Continue reading →
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Jun 10
When Fear is the Bus Driver
“Whoa! That was a fun ride!” she says, facetiously. I’m sure it won’t be the last time Fear drives this bus. But, for now, I’m back behind the wheel. I’ve got to look into getting some seat belts installed on this thing. The view from the back seat was interesting, but a little blurry because Fear was driving so fast. That’s probably why I was up the night before last, vomiting. Fear does that to me. It’s a lot like car sickness. Continue reading →
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Jun 10
Fear on the Frontlines
I am scared. My stomach hurts.
Mark talked to my mom before his counseling session today. He admitted that yesterday’s visit did not go well. He said he thinks he can’t reach Will. I’m stunned that he can see this. Continue reading →
14
Jun 10
From the Sidelines to the Stands
I spent some time on the sidelines. I was too close to the game, and couldn’t see the action well. I moved to the stands. I can see the game better, and it’s a lot more comfy here, too. It’s best that I’m further from the action. They can’t hear me when I fail at keeping my mouth shut. I’m sitting on one of those cushions with the attached back. There’s no one sitting in front of me, so my feet are up. I’ve got popcorn and an icy cold beer. Continue reading →
