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Today is a new day: I promise as my blog grows you will see why I’ve shared my story.. I’ve hidden so much because I was told I had to and it’s destroyed who I am.. burying my dad and my son has shown me so much.. its time for me to stand on the truth and not lay and sob being told “God took my dead son from me and gave him to my dad because I was a horrible person” depending on who is around. You don’t know the truth, but I’m about to help you learn just exactly what it’s like living with a narcissist.

Yet being told how special, loved and wanted I am by the ones who truly know and love me. It’s time to face the demons head on not because of who is around or preying thinking they have gain of some sort but because it’s the truth and more people know the truth over the lie.. yes I am fully aware I don’t have to share my story.. but I have not “stolen” anything “ruined my children” “tormented my family” and I most certainly am not the person that was painted when “911” was called by a outsider who thinks they know the truth. 

That walk down a fence ends... it’s not destroying me anymore.. and for those that think this has to do with the “election” you’re wrong.. that “election” means nothing to me... I don’t even live there.. for those that think it has to do with a “black man” you’re wrong again. And you will soon learn the truth about that too! 

Bring the civil suits or restraining orders or whatever, Trust me the “paint by number colors were painted in the wrong place so I will help to get them corrected so that the full picture shows.”

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