Growing Up with my Destructive & Narcissistic Parent

Sam Jacob Mansfield

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I must have been 15 or 16 years old. It was a quiet afternoon, and I was relaxing at home, talking with my 2 close friends Lucie and Gerald. It was a sunny, pleasant day and I couldn’t be happier! Suddenly a very loud, mean, scary voice starts yelling with all her might: “YOU DOG, YOU DOG”. It was my mother... I was in shock! What had I done now? What had I done to deserve this horrible humiliation? She started yelling and screaming that I had given my father's phone number to an aging friend of my very old aunt. I couldn’t look at my friends' eyes, hoping they hadn't noticed (oh but they did) I was devastated. I hadn't done anything wrong. I didn’t deserve this! I didn’t cry, not one tear. Something beyond tears, something very dark filled me up! I was broken. It would take years of self love to rebuild myself, and to this day I am still fragile. After that incident, she didn't apologize or try to be nice. A deep sense of sadness and loneliness filled me up! In that house, my mother never spoke to me. In that house, my mother used to scream at me or give me orders. Not once did she communicate with me.

Informations

• Publié par: Dar Al Nahda Alarabia
• Date de parution: 01 janvier 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 9
• Langue: English

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Growing Up with my Destructive &
Narcissistic Parent
 

 
 
 
 
 
Sam Jacob Mansfield
 
Editor:
Reef Elamine
 
 
 
 
 

Dar Annahda Alarabiyya
Beirut-Lebanon
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I must have been 15 or 16 years old. It was a quiet afternoon, and I was relaxing at home, talking with my 2 close friends Lucie and Gerald. It was a sunny, pleasant day and I couldn’t be happier!
Suddenly a very loud, mean, scary voice starts yelling with all her might: “YOU DOG, YOU DOG” يا كلبة! يا كلبة 1 . It was my mother... I was in shock! What had I done now? What had I done to deserve this horrible humiliation? She started yelling and screaming that I had given my father's phone number to an aging friend of my very old aunt. I couldn’t look at my friends' eyes, hoping they hadn't noticed (oh but they did)
I was devastated. I hadn't done anything wrong. I didn’t deserve this! I didn’t cry, not one tear. Something beyond tears, something very dark filled me up! I was broken. It would take years of self love to rebuild myself, and to this day I am still fragile.
After that incident, she didn't apologize or try to be nice. A deep sense of sadness and loneliness filled me up!
In that house, my mother never spoke to me.
In that house, my mother used to scream at me or give me orders. Not once did she communicate with me. Not only that, but she was always frowning, I never remember seeing her smile! It was a very depressing life indeed.
To this day, I wonder how my life would have been if I had a loving, caring mother!
Depression was part of my life since I was a teenager, or even before that (at the age of 40 days, I was given to my grandmother)
Bits and pieces of my life, my sad life, come pouring in. I had so many devastating experiences and I intend to write about them all!
Years later, I was able to get over all my previous bad experiences and become a happy, well-adjusted, balanced person. I found my passion! My passion is to write and inspire people and help them see the light at the end of the dark tunnel, help them stay optimistic and positive!