Dear You,
Thank you for reading my blog. I must confess I am really new to this blog thing, so forgive me for not having a fancy background and other internet fancy like things. I am sure you will miss the pop up ads that will not be coming up on my blog ;)
I write. But I usually write to think and to process my emotions. I tell stories when I write because I am originally from Longview Texas and we are storytellers. Front porch storytellers.
I found out this morning that a gal from Texas that I have never personally met read my blog and connected with what I wrote. I am still processing my feelings about that. I never expected it to reach more than the five people who read anything I post on Facebox (my affectionate term for what we all know it really is).
Yesterday morning I woke up earlier than I ever do. I quite literally felt a fire burning within me. What I wrote about my mom isn't new, but yesterday I shared it for the first time. Publicly.
I know I am not alone in what I have experienced and what I do experience. I knew I needed to share my thoughts "out loud" beyond what I share in my own little social media world.
I am surrounded by people who give me reasons why my mom isn't who I know she is. They offer solutions to a problem I don't think exists. They think I am not being forgiving or understanding enough. They offer "new" ways for me to look at the situation.
It is exactly what it is.
My mother is a narcissist.
It doesn't matter how I paint it, hang it, or swing at it, the fact remains....My mother is selfish and manipulative and is incapable of loving me.
I think some people feel I sound hateful when I say that. It isn't hate. It is a fact. An unemotional objective look at a situation.
Too many women, children and even men continue to play the game. They fall into a trap of changing over and over and over again thinking it will help their relationship with the person who is so hard to please.
These people who change are full of love and willingness. They feel deeply and they are the honest part of the relationship.
While on the other side is a manipulative, selfish, and in some cases completely without feeling individual who will never be pleased and they can never be cured.
I write to you who give. To you who feel like you are spinning your wheels getting nowhere. I want you to know you are not crazy. It isn't you. It really is that hard. And you will get through it.
You have made it this far. Reach out. Go to therapy. Find people who empower you. Read books that empower you. And take a stand for you.
Until next time. GO. FIGHT. WIN.
- Draé
Thank you for reading my blog. I must confess I am really new to this blog thing, so forgive me for not having a fancy background and other internet fancy like things. I am sure you will miss the pop up ads that will not be coming up on my blog ;)
I write. But I usually write to think and to process my emotions. I tell stories when I write because I am originally from Longview Texas and we are storytellers. Front porch storytellers.
I found out this morning that a gal from Texas that I have never personally met read my blog and connected with what I wrote. I am still processing my feelings about that. I never expected it to reach more than the five people who read anything I post on Facebox (my affectionate term for what we all know it really is).
Yesterday morning I woke up earlier than I ever do. I quite literally felt a fire burning within me. What I wrote about my mom isn't new, but yesterday I shared it for the first time. Publicly.
I know I am not alone in what I have experienced and what I do experience. I knew I needed to share my thoughts "out loud" beyond what I share in my own little social media world.
I am surrounded by people who give me reasons why my mom isn't who I know she is. They offer solutions to a problem I don't think exists. They think I am not being forgiving or understanding enough. They offer "new" ways for me to look at the situation.
It is exactly what it is.
My mother is a narcissist.
It doesn't matter how I paint it, hang it, or swing at it, the fact remains....My mother is selfish and manipulative and is incapable of loving me.
I think some people feel I sound hateful when I say that. It isn't hate. It is a fact. An unemotional objective look at a situation.
Too many women, children and even men continue to play the game. They fall into a trap of changing over and over and over again thinking it will help their relationship with the person who is so hard to please.
These people who change are full of love and willingness. They feel deeply and they are the honest part of the relationship.
While on the other side is a manipulative, selfish, and in some cases completely without feeling individual who will never be pleased and they can never be cured.
I write to you who give. To you who feel like you are spinning your wheels getting nowhere. I want you to know you are not crazy. It isn't you. It really is that hard. And you will get through it.
You have made it this far. Reach out. Go to therapy. Find people who empower you. Read books that empower you. And take a stand for you.
Until next time. GO. FIGHT. WIN.
- Draé
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