When I don't feel like my soul's been rent in two, I find it hilarious.

 

 

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My Mother And Her Narcissistic Personality Disorder

I feel like everything I've ever felt has been false. Reality is biting me with all the ferocity of an Antarctic storm. Jagged icicles of anger and sadness pierce my soul. My mother, the narcissistic bitch. The controlling and selfish cunt. Trying to drag me back into her web of entanglement and sorrow. Her "softness" tugs at me, the soft, warmhearted person that I am is pulled back towards her. She is demanding attention from me. And she's playing the long game. She knows. She fucking knows. The atmosphere at her house. The toxic draining of my energy. The half looks, the complete deniability of her actions. Cold. Stiff. 

 

I KNOW I'VE HURT YOU AND MADE YOU FEEL BAD BUT IT'S MADE ME FEEL BETTER. 

 

How dare your wife cut me off. How dare you not bring her under control, you disloyal curr. She made it all about me. She's using Jen's situation to try to drag me closer to her. She wants loyalty from me and is trying her damndest to get it through her manipulation of my feelings and emotions. Her behaviours fucking repel me. I hate them.