What can be the farthest as possible from a gray rock than red molting lava? At least that’s how I call it for when I lose it. It hasn’t happened in a while, thanks to the accountability the Days Counter app gives me on a daily basis. (I keep an entry there for staying gray rock and another one for the last time I blew up on my husband.) But it almost happened yesterday evening.
Here’s an interesting article about narcissistic groups:
I stumbled on another blogger’s entry here: http://wp.me/p8bchu-F. I would say go read that one and then come back.
It was interesting reading that blog entry and, as a mother, daughter, about to be ex-wife, full-time worker, and who knows what else, I can certainly relate. Now, what the article does not mention is how much worse this is when the husband is a narcissist.
I don’t know if this is a normal thing with narcissists, but my husband never finishes a task or project. I mean, my understanding of finishing a project or task includes picking after yourself, especially when it can affect other people. My husband would start a project, sometimes months after he said that he was going to start it, it would take him several days to get through it when it could have been completed in one afternoon, and then he would leave tools, trash, and everything else all over the place, for weeks.
The title for this post might not be the kind of title you would expect on a blog about surviving Narcissistic Personality Disorder abuse. But that is precisely what I have realized this past weekend.
Just a brief entry today to share that I have added some links to articles and web sites providing resources in preparation to custody evaluation. You will find these in the Resources section and then select Articles. (You may need to scroll down to see the “For Parents” section.)
… until today when I took my daughter out for almost a couple of hours. I told my husband that I needed to run some errands with her. I let him assumed we were going out for clothes. Once out, I made a brief stopped by the post office and then headed out to a nearby park.
I might have mentioned that our mediation was a complete failure. In fact, that was the last straw for me to end up firing my attorney at the time.
That’s what my husband, the narcissist, is accusing me of and on what he’s basing the whole divorce petition. Of being an extremely controlling person. It’s interesting how they accuse you of the very things they do to you. This past weekend, I remember how I would not even get to be by myself when I needed it, even in the bathroom.