tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post2754971998909050177..comments2024-01-02T23:04:02.489-08:00Comments on The Narcissist's Child: Missing...Sweet Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08321094659806702782noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post-27409016446015040332018-04-30T23:17:48.533-07:002018-04-30T23:17:48.533-07:00I am so sorry.
I am so sorry.<br />Sucretshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05624955729589933721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post-11259477502712819902018-04-27T22:39:20.941-07:002018-04-27T22:39:20.941-07:00That's exactly what goes through my mind too.That's exactly what goes through my mind too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post-82206101416793270342016-08-30T08:47:20.178-07:002016-08-30T08:47:20.178-07:00This is incredible. I'm sorry we have this in ...This is incredible. I'm sorry we have this in common. <br />So many of these posts I feel like I could have wrote-the spontaneous moving, frequent chronic loss of pets,<br />Gosh. <br />I mean, part of me is glad I am not alone-but what a terrible thing to have in common with someone.<br />I found your blog because my mother waltzed back into my life after living out of state for 10 in which time I healed, bloomed, and blossomed. Now I spend a lot of time having to avoid her or preparing to avoid her or for her next move of boundary hopping to try to access "her" grandchildren. <br />I didn't realize how fresh the air was when she was gone and now I miss it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post-72978107437256236432016-06-26T23:43:45.240-07:002016-06-26T23:43:45.240-07:00My father killed the neighbours cat with anti free...My father killed the neighbours cat with anti freeze. It didn't cross his mind that it was somebody's pet. He hates cats because they scare the birds and poop in his vegetable patch. He isn't a narcissist but was a very strict and angry parent. Unpredictable. He could be loving at times and terrifying at others. I thought it was normal in my twenties to be terrified of your father.<br /><br />Sweet Violet, your stories are heartbreaking. Your writing style reminds me of the time I had my first round of therapy. I used to talk in the third person as a way of detaching myself from the trauma. The damage these people do is long lasting and I hope you are doing ok xAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post-1813409509821463172016-05-15T00:48:51.986-07:002016-05-15T00:48:51.986-07:00I am so sorry. I don't know how you ever recov...I am so sorry. I don't know how you ever recovered from that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post-41431332937638935572016-01-25T16:15:09.321-08:002016-01-25T16:15:09.321-08:00I had taken in a kitten once. He'd been hit by...I had taken in a kitten once. He'd been hit by a car and had a head wound and his tail was crooked. My stepfather laughed and said the kitten would die, but strangely let me try to save it. It seemed to amuse him. Now, as an adult, I understand he was hoping it would die and that I would be upset, he took pleasure from that. <br /><br />But between my mother and I, the little kitten's head healed and he began to act like a normal kitten - though the tail never straightened. The lines on my stepfather's face would deepen each time the kitten caught his eye, so I tried to keep him in my room as much as possible. <br /><br />Came home from school one hot spring day, went to get a Popsicle from the freezer (I was allowed one, if it was hotter than 90 degrees, which happened often in Texas). I opened the freezer and there was my kitten - curled up in a tight ball. Scratch marks in the icy build-up inside the freezer gave mute testimony to his attempts to escape the cold. <br /><br />My stepfather claimed my little sister must have done it, not knowing the consequences. Yeah. My little toddler sister, who couldn't reach the freezer and was scared of the kitten because of a scratch she'd gotten from being rough with him before. No. I knew better, and mourned in private. <br /><br />I never asked for another pet after that. Patricialynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16656235987162214880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post-29178187762450604772015-05-20T13:13:35.806-07:002015-05-20T13:13:35.806-07:00This story so parallels my own and validates the s...This story so parallels my own and validates the same actions that my NFather would do. He was constantly taking away my pets, my toys and anything else that would give me joy. The heartless cruelty of this is still so unbelievable to me even 20 years later. I would also like to say that I am so grateful to come across this site. Thank youAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post-1826762217350163102014-12-07T05:39:11.514-08:002014-12-07T05:39:11.514-08:00It reminds me (sort of) of when we sent our dear c...It reminds me (sort of) of when we sent our dear cats to my mother. We were moving halfway across the world and had asked her if she could care for them since she lives in the countryside and would really only have to feed them (no litterbox or anything). Of course now that I know the real her I would NEVER ask her for that.<br /><br />But she grudgingly agreed and we had nobody else to ask so we sadly said goodbye to them and spent a lot of money to send them with a safe mail carrier company.<br /><br />As soon as they arrived she opened the carrier of one of them, our baby, and she ran away, never to be seen again. My mother has had cats all her life but she didn't think of going INSIDE the house before opening the door in a new environment in the middle of nowhere.<br /><br />When she called she simply said "Oh honey, I opened the door and she just ran off, oops. She'll probably be back sometime." Obviously, there was no reason whatsoever for her to return as she hadn't even been fed. To this day we know nothing of her whereabouts.<br /><br />And now that I think about it... we had a large dog when I was about 14. He was so precious!! A beautiful Spanish Mastiff that looked sort of like a Saint Bernard. He was a total teddy bear when he was little - oh how I loved him!! I took care of his every need. I fed and brushed him and took him for walks every day before and after school. I even took him to a competition and he won a prize for cuteness!!<br /><br />As he got bigger, my mother was not too fond of him, but she didn't even have to interact with him as he was an outdoor dog. She didn't even have to look at him if she didn't want to - we lived on many acres of land.<br /><br />One day when I got home from school, he wasn't there anymore. Gone. When I asked I was told that he was "with another family because he would lay on my mother's flowers and damage them".<br /><br />What really astonishes me is a child's utter unconditional love for his parents. It's as if we are programmed for it. I didn't hold a grudge towards my mother. For that or the other million things she did. I loved her. I hadn't even remembered the story about the dog until now, about 20 years later. That's why they keep on doing things... because they can get away with them. That's why their favorite victims are their children. Those who love them the most and can also be hurt the most.unschoolingmenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333405565931840271.post-64697736183245128752014-12-07T05:23:50.205-08:002014-12-07T05:23:50.205-08:00OMG.. it's just so horrible... so horrible. It...OMG.. it's just so horrible... so horrible. It seems like she would never allow you a minute of fun... of love or enjoyment. No loving relationships, no bonding, no attachments. No LOVE!!! Not only did she not ever offer you any love herself, but she never let anyone else do so either. And pets are so important!!! They are pretty much the only ones who can show us REAL unconditional love.<br /><br />When I read the last part my heart was racing... for me there is nothing worse in the world than being without your children.<br /><br />Honestly, when we read in the news about kids killing their parents... I often wonder what exactly their parents were like. Some parents spend their lives killing their children's souls.unschoolingmenoreply@blogger.com