tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855431321052371348.post3725644997706813947..comments2023-05-24T16:57:15.030+02:00Comments on Writing the Wrongs of Narcissistic Parenting: InvolvedPronoia Agapehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07818746040570182407noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855431321052371348.post-87263311390573183772011-07-11T08:10:17.558+02:002011-07-11T08:10:17.558+02:00Ugh. Double ugh.
OK. Maybe having to choose betwe...Ugh. Double ugh.<br /><br />OK. Maybe having to choose between the two evils, it was better to have an uninvolved mother than an involved one.<br /><br />*shudder*<br /><br />And you know, your comment about something repeated so many times that you believe it ... that made me really think. Everyone has always remarked on how close I am to my parents (or was until April 2011, ha) ... and it's only recently that I thought, "No, we weren't close at all. She was enmeshed in my life and demanding everything. But she knows nothing about me, I don't share anything personal. We weren't close. Unless you think dictators are close with their subjects just because they are enforcing rules all the effing time and checking in on them and demanding. <br /><br />Blech.Kikihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07682023318174229038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855431321052371348.post-62649642913030256072011-07-10T07:34:06.411+02:002011-07-10T07:34:06.411+02:00Wow, I'm so sorry that happened to you! I felt...Wow, I'm so sorry that happened to you! I felt horrified reading your account of him turning up like that...and then...his subsequent behavior...arrrgh! Yuck! Unbelievable!<br /><br />Every time I got the house to myself when the rest of the family, which felt like 'the others' to me, left to go somewhere, I had a horror of them maybe returning too quickly. When I first went to live on my own at college, a couple hours away, I was constantly apprehensive that my parents might turn up at any time, even though there was no real reason to expect that. It was just such a relief to be on my own, away from them, that I couldn't imagine it wouldn't be spoiled somehow. --quartzAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855431321052371348.post-87398501995648433302011-07-08T20:35:31.748+02:002011-07-08T20:35:31.748+02:00ugh i can so relate. my mom often said stuff like ...ugh i can so relate. my mom often said stuff like that 'oh she's so close with me, she needs me, blah blah blah'. i'm starting to think maybe those were lies. your dad's behavior kind of reminds me of my friend's behavior in high school, isolating me and me wondering how she got away with being such a bitch and how come i was the only one who saw.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855431321052371348.post-45368061703461790852011-07-08T17:39:47.521+02:002011-07-08T17:39:47.521+02:00I think that is one of the hardest things to cope ...I think that is one of the hardest things to cope with, the private vs public personas. I would be told how lucky I was to have such a wonderful mother. When I was a teenager, I would tell them that I would trade without needing to meet their mother. They thought I was so mean to my wonderful mother. It was absolutely chilling when I realized she actually would make sure we were alone before verbally attacking. That made it premeditated. Still gives me chills. I am sorry your Dad made it all about him without a thought as to what you needed or who you are.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07083142637240943607noreply@blogger.com