Comment on PSA For St. Patrick’s Day by Mark

Mark — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 21:48:20 +0000

Have great day of green!
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Comment on Queen Bee Custom Printing Giveaway by Jen

Jen — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 18:45:40 +0000

I love the flocked green design

Comment on PSA For St. Patrick’s Day by Karen Walker

Karen Walker — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 16:19:49 +0000

I love this Irish Blessings. Thanks for the reminder of it.
karen
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Comment on Narcissistic Mothers by Cyndi

Cyndi — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 12:27:25 +0000

That’s just awful…like a bad horror movie. I can’t even imagine. I’m so happy you are finally free of her!

Comment on Narcissistic Mothers by Twinx

Twinx — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 12:12:40 +0000

It continued into adulthood to my horror, too, but I was so beaten down physically and emotionally and so strapped financially, with absolutely NO friends who could or would help and no relatives on either side of the family, plus once I started stupidly paying all of Mom’s stupid bills (being beaten to a pulp every time I told her they were NOT my debts and I could NOT afford to pay for them at all, any longer, in definitely, with constant death threats and knowing my cat would be destroyed if I died because she sure as Hell wouldn’t take care of her, I was really stuck for a very long time. When I hit age 30 in 1997, after that head smashing incident, the lease was up on this HORRIBLE garage apartment (Mom’s choice, of course, because she refused to live in an actual apartment building), I selected a two-bedroom apartment and said she could only live there if she paid her share of the rent while I battled to pay my bills and her bills. She broke my pinky nail or tore it in one of her horrifying hand-crushing incidents and when I screamed in pain she had the nerve to wince because I’d hurt her ears by screaming at the pain she had cruelly inflicted upon me. The next day, she drove away at 5:45AM leaving me stuck with my bills (which I was dutifully paying on, including my stupid college loans because she’d demanded I go to college, not paying one cent toward my education so she could boast she had two well-educated kids after breaking up our family; not that the family was anything great prior to their divorcing) her bills (I told her to take her bills with her if she was abandoning me from yet another apartment (this occurred three prior times prior to that horrid garage apartment, where I was stuck in the loft and having to pee and poop in a bowl because she attacked me every time I went downstairs to use the only bathroom which was conveniently attached to her bedroom) and she so savagely attacked me, I thought I was going to die, plus that exorbitant rent, wherein she crammed her room to the gills with all her sh** which EVERYBODY told me to throw out if she refused to live there and pay her share of the rent * more easy to say than to actually do considering they weren’t being brutally attacked and beaten by asserting themselves every time I tried to do so. Again, with Andy stringing me along, [romising me marriage and security right prior to this entire timeframe, I truly thought I was going to get married and be well rid of her at least in the living-with-her sense/physical aspect. There was also the horrendous guilt factor involved with all her incessant, chronic crying and complaining and always whining she was alone, so while I wish I could have struck out on my own, and eventually finally did so, it took years because I was so heavily in debt. Now I could just scream over how much I paid because she kept savagely attacking me and she hasn’t worked since, unless I foolishly got her work at former companies I’d worked at, wherein because of her hostile demeanor and they FINALLY witnessed one attack upon me, they refused to have her back, so, of course, she practically tore the muscle and skin from my arm in yet another savage attack AT work and I ordered her to leave and she kept attacking me and threatening me. So the massive guilt trips and brainwashing and crazy-making and physically brutal attacks and verbal attacks and threats left me so emotionally shattered, that until she was awarded Social Security, unless I wanted to die, I could NOT extricate myself from her ridiculous bills. It was horrible and I wished I could have been stronger, but I DID keep begging her to seek medical help, I BEGGED her to stop attacking me, I BEGGED HER to go back to work AT HER OWN JOB and resume paying her bills and all I got was screamed at and hit until I thought I would die.

Comment on Lost Again by Cyndi

Cyndi — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 22:51:25 +0000

Thank you! Great minds think alike.

Comment on Lost Again by she

she — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 22:45:53 +0000

i just rt: that quote @you. LOVE IT. so true. sometimes, like today, i don’t even feel the need to write a post on my blog b/c you’ve already written about the subject better than i ever could.

Comment on Narcissistic Mothers by Cyndi

Cyndi — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 18:09:37 +0000

It’s absolutely unreal that this continued well into your adulthood.

Comment on Narcissistic Mothers by Cyndi

Cyndi — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 18:08:56 +0000

Funny…my parents loved Elvis too, my mom still does. Thank you too!

Comment on Lost Again by Cyndi

Cyndi — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 18:07:01 +0000

I kind of had an idea that you might relate. Thanks for your encouragement! It’s true, I know it’s all a process and I do take steps backwards sometimes.

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