My "Write" of Passage from "Adult Child of a Narcissist" to Just "Adult"
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Poor nameless doll
The doll I used as my punching bag had no name. She never did anything wrong, but there was something fundamentally wrong with her. She was stupid and dull and had it coming. I felt sorry for her, but also hated her for being so unlovable. I wanted to destroy her, but she was indestructible. She never cried. Just looked at me with her sad eyes.