My last relationship, sorry, ‘episode,’ because relationship in my books denotes compassion and love, really boils down to family and a particular member.
Fathers (and indeed mothers, in some cases) can be terrible people. Sometimes they know it, sometimes they don’t. Either way though, being naive or ignorant does not excuse piss poor behaviour.
Parents have a lot to answer for because the way they bring up their children is an example for how the children will then go on to treat others.
My mother did the right thing. In every possible aspect.
Which is why I’m a good person and not an arsehole.
Getting back to the last, ‘episode…’
I read something recently that said a survivor of a narcissistic relationship who breaks free, has always had a previous encounter with another narcissist, but they didn’t realise it at the time.
Oh, now I see all.
More than once I compared my last, ‘episode,’ man (if I can even call him that!) to my very own father.
A textbook narcissist.
And that’s when the lightbulb turned on and I turned off.
The only way to go with a narcissist, whether family or not, is no contact.
It’s the hardest habit to break, but when you do… 🙂
Well, you’ll never go back.
And you will never miss it because you can finally see it’s shit.