My very first memory, the decayed brick work upon which I balance the rest of my days, is of tussling with my caramel and chocolate colored pit-bull named Bella, in a dusty, spartan backyard in cookie
I remember hiding under my mothers vanity. So small I could crouch down in the corner, against the wall, behind her trash can, so small I...
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Sheila Cook
Dec 25, 2024
Thank you for writing this. I was in an 11 year relationship with a physically abusive narcissist. His abuse was religion-based and he was delusional. These traits you mention are also traits of a (real) narcissist (I know the word gets thrown around a lot).
Thank you for writing this. I was in an 11 year relationship with a physically abusive narcissist. His abuse was religion-based and he was delusional. These traits you mention are also traits of a (real) narcissist (I know the word gets thrown around a lot).