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Cutting Ties: On Not Missing A Narcissist

I had lunch with a couple of friends this week who are looking more forward to the holidays this year than ever before. They’ve cut out a toxic personality from their lives, and they say life has never been better. I celebrate them and share, with permission and in poetic form, their sentiments from our conversation. Sometimes holidays require us to consider our own mental health, and this year is that year for them. They’ve cut all ties and have moved on with their lives in healthier ways. I couldn’t be happier for them.

They say they don’t miss a dozen iterations of a

salad not even on the menu or

the barely audible low talk with fake

victim eyes, polished nails tapping a

coffee mug

they don’t miss

making plans they never wanted in the

first place or the never-ending reach for

attention or the Bible whippings from

a pious mouth-hole

or her.

They don’t miss

her.

They don’t miss all the presumptions or her

sickening fundie baby voice or the conclusive

expressions of the Dunning-Kruger con artist

or the mission that something needs to be

fixed and she’s the sole savior to do it.

No one misses her.

No one wants to fix her broken world.

They mostly see her as a mosaic of

toxic personalities, there

in a heap of jagged

edges just waiting to cut her next victim

this narcissistic it’s-all-about-me princess of her

own flying monkey fantasy kingdom

who is always, always the victim.

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Happy Anniversary, Baby! Stafford Challenge Day 73, Slice of Life Challenge Day 29

Special Thanks to Two Writing Teachers

We celebrate our 16th wedding anniversary today. For a couple of divorcees who found each other a little later in life and had given up on ever marrying again, we realize now that when God winks on love, it’s a dream come true.

There we were, on a swing in a park, where he proposed while wearing a royal blue button-down shirt. There just happened to be a royal blue car driving by with a teenage kid cheering and fist pumping out the window as the love of my life was down on a knee asking for my hand (is there any wonder that I drive a bright blue Caribbean colored RAV4, even though my personality is more of a muted silver or pearly white?).

I think back to that day, on that swing, and count the joys.

A photo of our swing in the reading room of our home
Marriage Proposal Haiku

a swing proposal
with a smashed Cracker Jack ring
you'd resurrected

and still I said yes
with a yes-er yes because
you'd fixed the broken