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The Hoover = Failed ❌




Yes! All week she tried. But I already knew & then yesterday “the cheese ball” & the scapegoat friend who I will leave nameless. 🙅🏻‍♀️ NOPE. #Blocked The brainwashing days are oooooverrrrrrr!!

I am soooooo proud of myself! It’s been a few months since we had one of this magnitude, matter of fact the last time was Sept 25, 2 days before my birthday, it was a short one, and there has been a few shorter ones & a few longer ones before, I’m just not interested in going dare searching, I have them in saved blog posts I am working to edit and post or if not there they are in my  book notes I’m working on.. but it’s a thing and if you have a narcissistic person in your life you know how damaging it can be. So I am celebrating 🥳 the fact that I avoided the “momster vacuum” this time!

Your fake love is not enough... I know the hamster wheel of lies, manipulation & games you play. Sorry “momster dearest” I’m not that weak, 2 graves keep me stronger than your make believe world. I’m not fooled... but you just keep playing.. I’ll let you believe you sucked me back into your wheel of hell...  #Narcissist #Evil

I am healing from the abuse, the deaths of my dad & son, more abuse from someone you let bully, abuse & hurt my children & I, surly you didn’t think a “off week” was going to bring my guard down! You see just because you reel into that, doesn’t mean I will- ANYMORE.
Thank God for therapy! #PTSD #narcwise

All week it’s been how are you, I’m here, I’m available, I love you 🤮 keep your conditional love. You just THOUGHT you were finding out about me & my family and snaking back in, I know the game. That’s why you got NO information from me. I knew the cycle would repeat. I have learned the Narcissistic personality & it doesn’t “suck me” back in with faux words anymore. Just like the game that’s being played that you accept.. well I don’t nor will I ever again accept it. You can fall for it over and over if you want, I nor my only living family, will not. We see under the mask. & not only yours but that’s another blog.





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