Today, on my 55th birthday, I find myself looking back at what I expected my life to look versus what is does look like. What I expected was a career as a Psychologist, living a fulfilling life helping others, while remaining single. What I got was very different. I wish I could blame it all … Continue reading Regrets
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The Covert Narc’s Son
I kicked out my middle son today. Actually, I gave him several months to work things out, to start helping himself and to stop treating me like shit. When nothing changed, I gave him a month's notice to go. I should be wracked with guilt, but I'm not. I'm relieved. I know it's possible I'll … Continue reading The Covert Narc’s Son
Regrets
For some time after my separation I told myself I had no regrets. I felt such shame and humiliation, this was my only way to reserve what little self-respect I had. What better way to protect your ego then to believe that you have No Regrets, I would do it all the same given the … Continue reading Regrets
Groomed but Escaped 