The narcissistic family I come from is more disabling than any bipolar or borderline that I might have.
I feel that if I had a relatively healthy family I would still be working today.
Ever since I was a little girl, me and my mother never got along.
I had the least clout or rank in my family being the youngest. I was at the bottom of the totem pole.
I didn’t particularly care for my mother’s parents who would tell me that I was only a little girl in a disparaging way. They were High School drop out alcoholics but they were better than me simply because they were older.
Age was the ticket you had to have in my family.
My age was something that I couldn’t change.
Even an adopted cousin had more rank because she was 6 months older than me.
When someone younger…
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