I met a guy in mourning from divorce. He said his wife was diagnosed as borderline. We clicked immediately.
My spouse was diagnosed as narcissistic personality disorder. Which means I married a monster, without the ability to empathize. NPD's can have a group of people they consider worthy of splashing bounty upon...Michelle's simpatico group grew smaller and smaller until it included only herself, really. I didn't understand why someone who'd been a social butterfly became so isolated.
Why someone in a 12-step program for decades actually disdained the very people who were in place to save her soul. It's sad really.
And hard to untangle... at some point I gained a voice. With much yanking on my arms to pull me out of my cave. That's the darkness I don't want to think about.
"You've lost weight" is the most common remark I get. No, not really. My clothes still fit the same. *takes clothes from washer into dryer except for Jams World dresses which will shrink just enough to feel snug*
Style. I never paid it any mind. Even as a 'tween. (Which wasn't a word when I was, in the early-mid 1970's) I developed an eye after Jr. High but by then it was too late. Overweight, acne, and hand-me-downs. I didn't even have a pair of blue jeans till I was 11 or so. My mother said I may as well go along with the fad now.
I am...
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