Geesh. Thank you all for the sympathy, empathy, support and love. I means a lot to me since most of my relationships have been strained - by me. My father was abusive, angry and depressed after becoming disabled at 42 years old - abused physically by his father until he ran away at 13 to live with his uncle, who sexually abused him. I was beat plenty of times and learned how to smile through it. That pissed him off worse, but eventually I was big enough physically to finally, at age 14, tell him (two words) that I was no longer going to take that. I believe his abuse is what helped him become a narcissist. He went back to school and started a business, but had
victim mentality (something I obviously wrestle with) and ended up sexually abusing my sister and I ended testifying against him putting him in prison - he had a choice get therapy/counseling or spend time in prison. My son had classic signs of trauma - many, many trauma's as a child that twisted his thinking in a way that he just couldn't live with, and I felt completely helpless in my efforts to help him. I knew precious little about PTS, but learned that I myself struggle with it. Suicide tears apart a family in ugly ways. I am about as fortunate as I could imagine I'd be otherwise.
Sometimes the lesson is about me and sometimes it's all about the other. I know why I was compelled to puke all this ugliness out here. If it had been in person and the other party continued to badger me about how horrible a person I am because my Aussie got pregnant by the neighbor's lab - the other party would have either seen they were getting me worked up and stopped or I would have become violent. That's what victim mentality brings out - ugliness.
In my way, I am grateful for those who challenge me - I pray for those who struggle with their own self-esteem - even the narcissists.
“I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful to these teachers.”
― Kahlil Gibran