Sunday, 27 September 2015

"A mother, yes -- what I wouldn't do for one. But not mine."

The title of this post from an article entitled "The times You Wish You Had a Mother"

Yet another dig from my former daughter, who states on Facebook:

 "I count myself really fortunate that I did not have this kind of abuse growing up, that I still have a loving relationship with my dad and my siblings... nevertheless, the final paragraph really says a lot....... my own mother has completely disowned me. She's not spoken to me in over a year and it wasn't a gradual falling out - it was there one day and gone the next.... At times I really miss being able to chat with her, but for the mostly I have made my peace with knowing she's not there and she chooses to not be a part of my life anymore.... C'est la vie...."

This is the latest in a year plus of derision & vilification, ongoing and in public.

So no...I am not there.  Apparently, I am a horrible mother.  The evidence for that statement shall unfold in coming posts.

I have had enough...enough narcissism to last me a lifetime and then some!  First from her father and now from her.

Sadly, the sympathy whore and her flying monkeys don't get that.

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