FOR BETTER AND FOR WORSE

Here I am again, months and months since my last blog post. To be honest, I am ashamed I've abandoned this blog for so long. My intention was to write once a week, or at least once a month.

Of course I had my baby girl etc etc. You don't want to read about that. At least, I don't want to write about it. Giving birth is too usual for me by now.

What's more important for mum, me, the human is that I can come to terms with my past, particularly the dysfunctional relations I have with my own mother.

I have made an astounding discovery, so simple that I am relieved I can use only one word to describe my dilemma: NARCISSIST. My mother is a narcissist. There. I said it. And I shall say it to anyone who questions why I am not in contact with her.

It explains absolutely everything that is wrong. I am so relieved to finally know what the "problem" is called.

I am no nearer to forgiveness however and my personal journey will be a long and hard one, perhaps with no happy ending.

Never the less, I will be reading "Will I ever be good enough?" by Karyl McBride in the meanwhile.

Signing off.

Sena.