A narcissistic mother who cannot empathize damages her children’s healthy psychological development. Like Narcissus in the Greek myth, she sees only a reflection of herself.
I want her to laugh at something that made her feel embarrassed months before, and to realize that time heals in almost all scenarios.
I will teach her to make her own expectations, and shatter them.
Why doesn’t my mother love me?
But here is my secret: I am a liar too. Or I was, for much of my life. I remember the moment when I realized that I had a hand in what type of reality another would live by. That I could carve out my own secret nook beneath others’ expectations and exist in that delicious, sovereign space.
You are so loved.
Because of her, I see that my body is a magnificent creation – one that should be loved, respected and cherished.
You don’t want your daughter to jump from one damaging relationship to another because you were unable to get your shit together. Because the only person you ever cared about was yourself.
I hope he has a family and a daughter of his own one day. I hope he gets that opportunity I didn’t have to teach his daughter all those important lessons I didn’t get to teach mine.
I am afraid that when she asks me why she isn’t perfect and I answer, “but you are a miracle” she won’t believe me.