Growing Up with my Destructive & Narcissistic Parent, livre ebook

I must have been 15 or 16 years old. It was a quiet afternoon, and I was relaxing at home, talking with my 2 close friends Lucie and Gerald. It was a sunny, pleasant day and I couldn’t be happier! Suddenly a very loud, mean, scary voice starts yelling with all her might: “YOU DOG, YOU DOG”. It was my mother... I was in shock! What had I done now? What had I done to deserve this horrible humiliation? She started yelling and screaming that I had given my father's phone number to an aging friend of my very old aunt. I couldn’t look at my friends' eyes, hoping they hadn't noticed (oh but they did) I was devastated. I hadn't done anything wrong. I didn’t deserve this! I didn’t cry, not one tear. Something beyond tears, something very dark filled me up! I was broken. It would take years of self love to rebuild myself, and to this day I am still fragile. After that incident, she didn't apologize or try to be nice. A deep sense of sadness and loneliness filled me up! In that house, my mother never spoke to me. In that house, my mother used to scream at me or give me orders. Not once did she communicate with me.