Words are miraculous, tricky things. They slide into us, settle there, and begin to move us before we have decided what they mean. Put the one word beside the right word and you can make a person mist
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
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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).