Well if I haven't been accused of being ungrateful and disresectful many times I;ve lost count.
Esp when my sociopath was caught and dancing the dance of "HOW DARE YOU question my affairs?!?!?"
He'd still be walking around whispering, saying it, echoing it my ear
if he could. Like a spider. His agenda. Always so much energy. More than I have.
Like THAT was the problem. Me. My attitude.
Not him, noithing to do with his actions.
Simple, it's just my ingratitude.
I wasn't smart enough to just enjoy the life he provided and let him off the hook.
Ya ya, that's it.
Going between admitting he had some culpability then swing wildly to asking if my life was "really that bad?"
And the most awful thing to grasp is, he lies like he breaths. Self serving, esteem crushing maneurvers, constant. And its so important to have full control. Give nothing. Humiliate and be revered by his crowd for it.
It's like having an emotional terrorist free in my children's lives. In my life.
When did it begin to get better for you Axa?
