Our birth mother hated me from the beginning. I didn’t have a chance. Problems she had with my Dad became my problems, for life. Didn’t want us to get along when the next one came along & managed it quite successfully early on & DOWN TO THIS DAY, some 59 years later. Living through her, her self-centeredness greed deceit hate & envy, she was to be everything our mother wasn’t/failed to be. CONGRATULATIONS. To the both of them. When the last entered the environment, he was groomed for his role of dysfunction. Never love unconditional for any of us. Everything always conditional. They didn’t want me (their well deserved loss, I’m good, TRUST & BELIEVE) yet they’d help themselves to my relatives my friends my husbands my children my grand children my inheritances. This is pure insanity. The effort put into a way of such an existence is crazy & it must be most miserable. I’m convinced that it is. Those who go along with it without question or independent logical thinking nor reasonableness are equivalent to cattle being led to their slaughter. Lining up willingly. It’s frightening, the damage, one truly narcissistic parent can inflict on just about everyone they’ve encountered over the course of their lifetime, right on down to their deathbed I’ve been told. I do have pity for a few, but not all … though not much of it.
Author: Nikki In a Nutshell
Yestiddy
Tire light came on AND Remote Start got me all fired up. Calm down because it’s gonna do what it’s gonna do.
Mean … Well …
I believed most of what a few of my caregivers, and a few along the way, told me about some weighty life maker/breaker matters. Not only were they wrong but terribly so. Much has managed to unfold … in the meantime … let me just say ‘I’ll take it from here’. Thanks/No thanks.
Coulda Woulda Shoulda
If only I coulda went east, things woulda been SOOOOOOO different, shoulda figured it out before now …
Me???
Undeniable, obviously. Hater-proof??? … nah, they all ova da place … hater magnet mo’ like it … & I AM AWARE OF IT. Unapologetic … ‘the’ place I’ve both gone to & come from … HOME. We’ve ALL heard it at some point. Don’t start nothin’ , won’t be nothin’. #Me
TMI
GAS. At least 4 days AND nights STRAIGHT. Good gas! Seemingly, never ending at this point. Few burps, NOT ‘contest’ worthy & nowhere near as satisfying. SO, here I am wondering if/when it will ‘let up’ … & what it all means.
They Know Not What They Do
YEAH THEY DO.
I Asked For It
… and I got it. #REGRET
Monsieur
He’s so tall. Sprayed down. -light
Lost and Forgotten
Often times this is how I feel. But don’t you get it twisted. I am well aware that this is nowhere near the case. A select few will always know where I am, they too have found me to be unforgettable.