Tag: narcissim
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Building Flowers in a Burning Room.
My kitchen table is covered in tiny plastic petals.Yellow, blush, ivory, sage.My hands are snapping together LEGO flowers while my life feels like it’s quietly imploding in the background. The world I live inside right now is loud.Emotionally unpredictable.Heavy with tension.Full of things that make my nervous system brace itself even when nothing is “happening.”…
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Small Voices, Big Reminders
I was organizing the house for Christmas — the quiet, in-between kind of organizing where nothing is actually finished, but everything feels like it’s slowly finding its place again. Half-sorted toys sat in wild piles that became more chaotic as the boys dug through them. The boys were doing their usual parallel play, where they…
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Episode 3- From gray to vivid color
The next few days passed in that dull, soft-gray way life sometimes does — packed lunches, the same four dinner options, endless laundry cycles like waves smoothing down whatever edges she had left. Sydney felt herself moving through rooms instead of living in them. Little things had started catching in her chest. Her husband leaving…
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“Josh” and “Alice”
I wrote this very short story in 2019… when he and I moved in together. It’s so clearly about he and I, I don’t even remember writing it. She stared out into the darkness as they sat on their hotel balcony. She was sitting next to the man of her dreams but felt lonelier than…
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About last night… reflecting on my last post
After I wrote about not apologizing anymore, I thought of some of the most insane moments of this relationship. It was pre-kids, while we were living together. I remember one of our many fights, probably over nothing. I was probably joking with him, and he got so incredibly angry. This happened often. Things I would…
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No more apologies
When I call him out on his bad behavior he gets angry and will say “how dare you say that. Apologize right now!” He’s done this since we started living together. I used to cry and apologize. I would grovel and try to explain what I meant. I was afraid he’d leave. Now I only…
Wild & Rooted 