I Think I’m Dead
A liberating thought from someone who has escaped the clutches of a dangerous parent
I think my sociopathic mother has convinced herself (and likely others) that I’m dead. Here’s why I think so.
When my father died about five years ago, she threw a monster blow-out of a pity party. She called clergy, friends and neighbors, cousins and uncles. Through them, she begged me to come home where I belong! “She…