I had it all wrong

I had it all wrong. I kept searching, desperate for the lesson. What was I supposed to learn from loving this man? What was my heart doing? Why did I think he was delivered by grand design to my doorstep? I was so fearful that all the work I put into this man would be …

Letter to self

The letter I wish I had written to myself years ago. Dear self, It is ok. All of it. Every last bit of every single thing you have ever been and ever done is ok. There is nothing that defines you. You are limitless and boundless. You are forgiven. I forgive you. For everything. For …

My Son: Narcissist

This is just awesome!!

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He’s started wearing sunglasses inside. I know, right…

When I was a child, I used to love watching pro-wrestling. At school on a Monday morning we would talk about what we had seen on the previous Saturday afternoon. Who had hit whom with a chair. What vendettas had progressed. How amazing the high-flying moves looked. And then come break time, we would run around trying to clothesline each other in the playground. I once suplexed Simon Ellis and he had an asthma attack and had to go home.

My friends were all into WCW but for me there was only one organisation that, to my ill-informed eyes at least, got it right.

That was the WWF.

Before the name change. Before women wearing almost no clothes. Before 17-way suspended ladder cage matches in which everything, including the audience, is on fire.

This was a simpler time. A time of two men pretending…

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~wander~

To the man who made my mind wander, I find my mind wandering a lot lately, back to our time. That time when we suspended words...because they were not necessary. That time over campfires and moonshine and chess. That time when you watched as I captured fireflies briefly on the tips of my fingers before …

Ask me anything…..

Going to try this forum since I get so many emails on various sites. I am going to try to consolidate and answer as many questions as you have (if any). I will try to answer as openly and honestly as possible. Please feel free to submit questions in the comments section and I will …

To love a narcissist is to love alone.

Write what you know.  The  phrase came to me while having a little bit of writer's block. That sentence makes me laugh. A little bit of writer's block is like being a lit bit pregnant. So I decided to write about a topic I am all too familiar with and that is loving a narcissist. …

Surrender

I watched your hands and I found myself studying your long, elegant fingers. I was so entranced with the ease that your hands formed the knots for my wrists that I didn't notice you studying me. You asked me to wait patiently in the living room, while you made "modifications" to my bedroom. You didn't ask …

and so she softly cried

And so she softly cried, but only on the inside, where no one could hear and no one could see the tears that bled from her eyes. She mourned her loss privately. Her heart spilling into smaller and smaller pieces until it slipped into the cracks beneath her feet. She let go. Because it was …

Excerpt: She Was The Stuff of Stars ~ Learn

And all was right in the world. Watching his tiny hand gripping her index finger, she couldn't think of a single thing she needed or wanted for in this moment. He was a young one. So young that he smelled of possibility and promise. He had not been stripped of his spirit. The world had …