Two Onions

Relationships are like onions. Chopping an onion renders it chemically reactive. Aromatic compounds burn the eyes, inducing the flow of tears. When the volatility is too much, you have to part ways from the Onion, leaving the room. Sometimes, you have to part ways from your Other. This blog is my perspective on my own leave taking from a chemically reactive relationship with a narcissist. Read on if you are not afraid of words that may chop, cut, or react with your lachrimal ducts.

Sunday, January 14, 2018

A#*hole Things Narcs Say to their Own Children

Sure, I will cover all your expenses for your lovely sport, my dear, just figure out how to get yourself back and forth to practice thrice a week.... Being 13 years old doesn't matter. You can figure it out. There is always Uber.

Sure baby, you can have the new Guinea Pig, just figure out who will watch her when you are at your mom's house... cause I might want to go camping with my girlfriend.

Oh damn, you're performing on the Trumpet in front of crowd of 5500 that thinks you're genius at 10? OMG. I'm so you're doting Dad. I'll be there.

Oh wait, you made a "B?" You failed me. You're not my child. We only make "A"s.

Oh, you're a sensitive boy? I'm sorry, I don't do that.

Sunday, January 7, 2018

Leaving

Somehow my postage stamp sized flat feels empty after the Littles that are no longer littles leave and go back to my ex. The air weighs more. My abdomen becomes a den of squirming baby snakes. I want to climb out of my skin and float away. Instead there are things to do.

Lately life seems to be a freshly skinny dipped body ripe for swarming sand flies.