tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026750446842946390.post2103460334687697972..comments2023-05-18T03:34:13.887-06:00Comments on Releasing Jessie: Celebration Memoryjessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06399613921768190064noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026750446842946390.post-73975716654614862492012-12-29T13:26:24.705-07:002012-12-29T13:26:24.705-07:00I remembered another time when I first was dating ...I remembered another time when I first was dating DH. I went to stay with his family. They have a 5 bedroom house. When we got there, all the boys (HER SONS) got their rooms. NMIL even made a deal about DH getting his old room. I got to sleep on a pull out coach in the office. The office was more like a closet, stacked high with junk and storage. I thought, wow, way to make a guest feel comfortable. I mean, she wouldn't have wanted to ever put HER BOYS out. And I'm not a picky house guest or anything. It's just moments like these that always seemed to clearly draw a line between me and them. I never understood how when I was relegated to the bottom tier, I was supposed to feel like a valued family member.jessiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06399613921768190064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026750446842946390.post-67366872791669698002012-12-29T05:16:20.382-07:002012-12-29T05:16:20.382-07:00Sometimes you hear stories about family members th...Sometimes you hear stories about family members that had had a disagreement and didn't speak to each other for 20 years but then reconcile and become good friends again. I always think that those stories are never about narcissistic people but of mega stubborn and strong willed people. When a relationship with a Narcissist dies it's not because any one disagreement or offense, it's more like you said : " all those little things that just add up over the years." Those "little things" become such a big body of evidence that there's just no way of denying the reality anymore.Karahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14470007362954479373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026750446842946390.post-47797183330908915712012-12-28T19:16:06.924-07:002012-12-28T19:16:06.924-07:00Well, wasn't THAT sweet.
I think we all have ...Well, wasn't THAT sweet.<br /><br />I think we all have these birthday/anniversary stories, right? And it never ceases to amaze me how many different ways the narcs can come up with to ruin people's special days. They are pretty creative. Gotta hand it to 'em for that.Jonsihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17517677634712242866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026750446842946390.post-4431886153431575852012-12-28T19:14:23.229-07:002012-12-28T19:14:23.229-07:00There always is a straw isn't there. Just one ...There always is a straw isn't there. Just one too many straws before we finally have to say, "ENOUGH."<br /><br />I keep asking myself, why? And then I end up going round and round in circles about it - why they feel the need to be so damned cruel, why they think they can get away with it, why so few people call them out on it or try and stop them, why why why?<br /><br />It's cruel and unnecessary and ugly.Jonsihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17517677634712242866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026750446842946390.post-51283270174996672662012-12-28T11:15:50.996-07:002012-12-28T11:15:50.996-07:00Thanks Gladys.Thanks Gladys.jessiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06399613921768190064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026750446842946390.post-55227462835067051532012-12-28T10:36:58.373-07:002012-12-28T10:36:58.373-07:00P.S. Jessie, this is so fucked up - it ISN'T p...P.S. Jessie, this is so fucked up - it ISN'T petty. It's like being pecked to death by ducks. They are just so relentless. I know it isn't the ONE birthday, or the ONE other thing, it's all of them together.<br /><br />The straw that broke the camels back was, after all, only another straw. No heavier than the other gabillion straws that came before.Gladyshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03379796403577898107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026750446842946390.post-61954463143915630852012-12-28T10:35:17.915-07:002012-12-28T10:35:17.915-07:00I am SO SERIOUS why oh why aren't people FILMI...I am SO SERIOUS why oh why aren't people FILMING these narcs?? In YOUR home, a nanny cam (hidden in an easy spot) would be FABULOUS. Then you have proof. At least you could show it to your husband or whoever.<br /><br />I've been advocating this for so long. We treat them SO much better than they treat us. It doesn't LOWER us to their level. It's protective and a great defense. Absolute PROOF of assholiness.Gladyshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03379796403577898107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026750446842946390.post-52910550684163900612012-12-28T01:14:45.779-07:002012-12-28T01:14:45.779-07:00I can empathize with you on this one... My mother ...I can empathize with you on this one... My mother asked me to watch my cousin's daughter so they could take them out to dinner for their anniversary...The catch...It was my anniversary, too. Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07083142637240943607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026750446842946390.post-36688776434298006232012-12-27T16:42:37.205-07:002012-12-27T16:42:37.205-07:00Haha! Thanks, QHaha! Thanks, Qjessiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06399613921768190064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026750446842946390.post-83856194467976645852012-12-27T16:34:29.611-07:002012-12-27T16:34:29.611-07:00Next year this could be you.
http://www.youtube.co...Next year this could be you.<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&v=BgXDYiHhp5Y&NR=1Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026750446842946390.post-83534858529111404792012-12-27T16:16:49.029-07:002012-12-27T16:16:49.029-07:00Well, that would be fun. Thanks for the idea. It...Well, that would be fun. Thanks for the idea. It gave me a good laugh, thinking about doing that.jessiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06399613921768190064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026750446842946390.post-78101243785757403132012-12-27T16:02:20.721-07:002012-12-27T16:02:20.721-07:00I get it. As much as I like to stoop to their leve...I get it. As much as I like to stoop to their level and wallow and sling mud with them, if you do she'll just point at you and turn it all back. <br />I am guy. Remember we like to try and fix things. <br />But there's no fixing this.<br />I am all about turning it back on them. But you are working a crowd that can turn on you in a heart beat. Even in your own home.<br />If you could ever find a way to set off a rage. Like catching her away from the others and calling her a skanky bitch and then acting like nothing happened. <br />I don't know luv. It just sucks. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026750446842946390.post-48385589272617240992012-12-27T14:37:39.331-07:002012-12-27T14:37:39.331-07:00I'm sure it seems a bit petty. I mean, it'...I'm sure it seems a bit petty. I mean, it's just a damn dinner. But it really wasn't about it being my birthday or his or sharing or whatever. <br /><br />She's always "ranked" family members in her mind. You know, concentric circles of importance. I ranked somewhere behind the dog. Or with the dog. Seriously. And she did a million little things to point it out to me. "You're second tier Jessie." And the thing is, I don't even think that she would think she was doing anything wrong. She and hers come first. And then she wondered why I always felt like an outsider. Why I didn't just fall into the fold. It was something I always felt from her. And this dinner, where her thoughts and feelings were clearly on display, just cemented it for me. I had assumed, that on my birthday, I wouldn't get cast as a secondary player. I mean, how dare I think that my birthday might be about me. jessiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06399613921768190064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026750446842946390.post-30735502691609008332012-12-27T11:53:58.214-07:002012-12-27T11:53:58.214-07:00Some times you have to grin and bear it. Any body ...Some times you have to grin and bear it. Any body with eyes would see what was what. So let her show her ass to the world. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com