Wednesday, March 16, 2016
No More Posts on the "Family"
It's time to be done. I will still write about narcissism in general among other topics on the blog but there will be no more tales of Queen Spider, Mini-Me and her brainwashed minions who never deviated from her scripts. I'm walking away for good. I'm done. Filling my brain with some people I haven't even seen in 7-10 years is a bit much.
While I may write about narcissism in general, I plan to take the blog into other topics, including the obesity topics I have always continued with and cultural ones. Hopefully I can post more artwork too. I'm done writing about the family and my mother. It's time to get them out of my mind. I have thrown my hands up on the whole affair. I am finished with the whole lot. My comic has references to my life experiences so that will be an exception but I know I have to be done. If anything new crazy happens against my will, I also will share, but the close-out has to be final now. Legally I do not have to talk to or deal with anyone I do not want to.
No Contact recovery can be thwarted if you let too many flying monkeys into your space. My brother served as a messenger boy for my mother without fail. On that last phone call when he told me my aunt had died, he gave me the whole "get over it" line and "get back in line" spiel. He couldn't admit my mother had done anything wrong, he knows what side his bread is buttered on I guess. None of them will ever listen. They all believe in and are attached to the whole sick system. Watching my aunt even in death be labeled "rebel" and "black sheep" told me the time to walk was long over due. My grief has been great. The betrayals have sunk to a new low. I guess you can tell I won't be attending the memorial service.
I also spent enough time trying to get some of them to "listen". It was impossible. There was no removing them from the brainwashing of my mother and her fellow narcissists. Some were the most brain dead withholding people on the planet. If any of them see this blog they can have fun one day reading about themselves. I'm a stranger to so many and most believed the smear campaigns. We are all strangers. No more wasting time on them. No more cards that are ignored to stranger nieces and nephews, no more trying to communicate to blank walls, no more trying.
I have to get my life together and find a better place to be. I can't fix this dwelling on them anymore.