My daughter was about three months old, I’d left my ex when I was six months pregnant, nine months prior. He was at the hospital when she was born and I’d done my best to keep him involved with her, although I was breastfeeding at the time, so it wasContinue Reading
“When you leave, he’ll invent stories about you.” The narcissist in my life started inventing those stories long before I left. He couldn’t take the blame for anything, so logically, everything was my fault. As much as I like to think that I’m out from underneath the abuse, I stillContinue Reading
The pressure builds and builds. I long for release. There are days when the struggle with my ex-husband seems too much. I don’t wish he was dead (exactly), but there are days when I wish he would just disappear from our lives completely. The pragmatic part of me knows thatContinue Reading
Although I often wish he was out of the picture, I would never, ever actually take action to remove my ex from my life. I know how much it would hurt the children. But there are days when I get wistful. Days when he’s stretched me to the limit andContinue Reading
You’ll all recall that about three weeks ago now, I wrote a blog about trying to settle the children’s summer vacation with the Goblin King. As you all know how cooperative he is, of course that went extremely well and we have the vacation planning done and settled. Yeah. Right.Continue Reading
I know a number of very lucky women who after divorcing or leaving their child’s father, either had him drop off the face of the planet, or who have a wonderful post-divorce relationship with their ex. Both groups are able to parent their children both with the same goal—ensuring thatContinue Reading
Feel like your sanity is on the edge as you leave your narcissist partner? Divorcing someone with a pathological personality disorder can be crazy making. You must guard your emotions and you may need to take some counter-intuitive steps to come out the other side with your dignity intact. With someContinue Reading
Less than a month ago, my ex forgot about a school holiday and didn’t come to pick up the children for his regular access. I texted him, and as I had nothing on for the day, agreed to wait at home until he came to pick them up. He lied, suggestedContinue Reading
My eldest son, Puck, has a learning disability. He can learn. And given the right environment, with some accommodation, he actually learns very well. The person who doesn’t learn is his father. He hasn’t learned that negative feedback to a child with learning disabilities just lowers their confidence. He hasn’tContinue Reading
My ex and I met when the internet was just starting to become interesting. When cell phones were as big as shoe boxes and only made phone calls—not texts. So we rarely had the opportunity or need to write to each other. Sure, he’d give me cards on my birthdayContinue Reading
