is the illusion that it has taken place. – George Bernard Shaw
You may be thinking that you need a prescription, but it could be that you need to drive a road that lazily winds around a mountain lake. Roll the windows down and sing to the Doobie Brothers.*
Kids don’t need DVD players or iPads if one of ’em has a fishing pole, the other has a floaty mattress for playing in the lake and they both have nets for catching minnows.
Moms don’t need laptops, internet connection or a day at the spa if they have a good friend to chat with and reservations for dinner.
The withdrawals from that lack of internet connection last about four hours. Fill the void with Cheetos and red wine. It’ll pass. Continue reading →
This isn’t a bullet-point list of the ten proven steps you can take – tonight – to please your narcissist.
This isn’t the CliffsNotes Guide to convincing your counselor of your spouse’s NPD.
This isn’t the ultimate guide to finding an attorney who believes you when you try to convince her that your spouse’s charm is a ruse, and that he’ll take you to the cleaners, and trample his own kids on the way to the bank.
This isn’t the long-awaited recipe for a homeopathic remedy that you slip into your wife’s coffee in the morning in hopes she’ll come home, wrap you in her arms, apologize for treating you poorly, and promise to make you the priority you deserve to be.
This isn’t the iPhone app that supplies the snarky comebacks you wish you were quick enough to come up with to say to the narcissist in the next cubicle. Continue reading →
“Don’t give me that condescending load of crap.”
That was his response when I asked if he would please feed Will dinner instead of a milkshake on their outdoor adventure days.
He said, “He told me he wasn’t hungry when I asked if he’d rather have dinner or a milkshake.”
What kid wouldn’t choose a milkshake over dinner?
I couldn’t leave it alone. Continue reading →
From the nearest hilltop.
From a virtual mountain, if that’s your thing.
From the top floor of your apartment building.
From your desk at work with your mute button on.
From your shower.
With fists clenched and head thrown back…
Straighten your blouse, brush your bangs to the side, glance around to see if anyone is staring and get back on your path.
*The desperate screams of a woman who fears she’ll have to deal with her narcissistic ex-husband for the rest of her life.
Beware the man who, when you tell him you’re leaving your husband, starts to cry and lament the fact that his wife left him five years ago.
Beware the man who, when surrounded by the beauty of his own children, sheds “happy” tears about a stranger’s five year old daughter who sat on his lap and kissed his cheek.
Embrace the man who gazes at you and tears up because he knows his life is blessed by your presence; and he makes it his mission to never let you feel taken for granted.
She brings him a mug of coffee and says, “How’d you sleep?”
He says, “I slept great. How ’bout you?”
She says, “How can you sleep with that incessant dripping coming from the bathroom sink?”
He says, “That bugs you? I can hear it but I just roll over and go back to sleep.”
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