tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679637238769603836.post2729751634124124161..comments2024-03-12T10:11:16.874-07:00Comments on Postcards from Purgatory: Where a narcissist would call homeGladyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03379796403577898107noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679637238769603836.post-40067496058193555102013-07-11T15:30:08.455-07:002013-07-11T15:30:08.455-07:00No.
But they *could* lock you in a camp ground out...No.<br />But they *could* lock you in a camp ground outhouse....<br />TWTundra Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12262066568878267648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679637238769603836.post-76000855026980057942013-07-11T07:22:04.872-07:002013-07-11T07:22:04.872-07:00LOL guys - it's true. I know SOMETHING will b...LOL guys - it's true. I know SOMETHING will be said, some passive-aggressive remark. The thing is, YOU ALL have given me such strength. Remember Prince Charming? Maybe you didn't see Snow White a gabillion times - anyway, he gets (from the faries) the Sword of Truth and Shield of Virtue, which the faeries say are weapons of righteousness that will triumph over evil. I HAVE THAT.<br /><br />I absolutely have both of those things. Modern technology has also given me a Bullshit Meter and a Car of GTFO. <br /><br />I'm going to go, hug some sisters, smooch some nieces and nephews, adore and spoil my grand-nephew, and deal with Bonnie (mom). And I'll come home with pictures and a story to tell, even if it's just a boring story. I HOPE IT'S BORING.<br /><br />Nobody puts Casey in the corner, dammit.Gladyshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03379796403577898107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679637238769603836.post-33273812814341138202013-07-10T14:57:05.539-07:002013-07-10T14:57:05.539-07:00I am with TW she'll have the proceeds from the...I am with TW she'll have the proceeds from the sale of the house. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679637238769603836.post-33780858927098667832013-07-10T12:32:17.177-07:002013-07-10T12:32:17.177-07:00Are you sure you really need to be there for this ...Are you sure you really need to be there for this particular round, Gladys? How many NFOOs with the aging resident Queen-N does it take to re-create your childhood all over again?! How much "Hmmm"-ing and "Haww"-ing is it gonna take for her to pick a damn mover after the resident NFOO DDs punch the numbers into the phone? How long can she keep all of you dancing to her tune, changing her mind, dividing and conquering the sisters before all kinds a hell breaks loose?<br />Now that mummy-dearest has all "her girls" undivided attention, let the show continue: Just in case you forgot how it's really gonna go, your body hasn't: Enter Panic Attacks.<br />TW Tundra Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12262066568878267648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679637238769603836.post-26785452230671999252013-07-10T11:55:00.987-07:002013-07-10T11:55:00.987-07:00Past performance IS indicative of future resultsPast performance IS indicative of future resultsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679637238769603836.post-452284918478942162013-07-10T11:47:07.928-07:002013-07-10T11:47:07.928-07:00I know, right? Like, yes mother. I will throw aw...I know, right? Like, yes mother. I will throw away every picture that is unimportant to ME - just like you do with things that are unimportant to YOU! <br /><br />It's crap like this that makes narcs so much fun. On the outside that remark is just an old lady worried about photos. The reality behind that remark? I'm too stupid to know what is important. I'm irresponsible and lack judgment.<br /><br />And you know, she hasn't even SAID IT YET. I'm borrowing trouble, as Pa Wilder used to say. But I can feel it coming like a storm.Gladyshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03379796403577898107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679637238769603836.post-57328948445181782972013-07-10T09:46:12.236-07:002013-07-10T09:46:12.236-07:00That's the same kind of innocuous sounding shi...That's the same kind of innocuous sounding shit my mother spent years focusing into a laser beams. No ma, I am in my fifties and when going through boxes of valuables I take every tenth box and throw it in the trash without checking what's inside first! Which would have still been 90% better than how she disposed of things in the end. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com