Tag: kin-and-consequences

  • The Pattern Behind the Behavior…

    Bully’s Behavior… This isn’t about one incident. It’s about a pattern. Over time, a series of small, seemingly insignificant actions has taken place. On their own, each one could be dismissed. Explained away. Laughed off, even. But together, they form something else entirely. A pattern of presence without permission.A pattern of action without communication.A pattern…

  • Episode 107 – Bully and the Trailer That Knew Too Much…

    The Turf That Wasn’t Coming (But Apparently Bully Knew About It and decided to block the delivery!)… Last Sunday, my son helped clean up the turf mull. Not in a dramatic, life-changing way. No violins. No speeches. Just one of those quiet, practical jobs that need doing where I live.  A sweep, a tidy, a…

  • Episode 105 – Happy Anniversary to the Jurassic Turf Blockade!…

    Well, would you look at that… It’s been one whole year since Bully decided to make history by parking a Jurassic relic of farm equipment smack in my turf shed. At the time, I was fuming, the kind of fuming where even the dog knew to keep his distance. But today? I can only laugh…

  • The Stranger at The Funeral – Part 2 …

    The Spin Cycle… The night after we buried Dad, it was just Bully Junior and me. I cracked open a bottle of wine and poured a glass for him. He said he wasn’t feeling well. We sat in silence. Not peaceful silence, just blank space. Grief. Tension. Avoidance. Then off he went to bed. I…

  • Episode 98- Meter Men and Other Middle-Aged Power Fantasies…

    Well well well… guess who was here again today? Yes. Himself. The Lord of the Faurel Hill. The High Priest of Poles and Wires. The man who reads a meter like it’s a sacred rite, and always, always, leaves the flap open just enough to say: “I was here.” Every single time. Only when I’m…

  • Why Does Life Feel Like a Never-Ending Sh*tshow?…

    So, I’m chatting to someone today, and they hit me with this gem:“How come we have so much sh*t going on in our lives?” And honestly, it stopped me in my tracks. Because… why? Why do some people seem to glide through life like swans on a lake, while the rest of us are paddling…

  • Episode 97 – The Graveyard Gala…

    The Graveyard Gala: RSVP Optional… In Ireland, the yearly graveyard mass isn’t just a mass, it’s the Met Gala for the dearly departed. Everyone piles into the graveyard in their Sunday best, murmuring prayers while scanning the crowd like hawks: “Who showed up? Who didn’t?” Miss it, and the whispers start before the priest even…

  • When the Narcissist Rewrites Your Story…

    When They Lie About You: Smear Campaigns and the Narcissist’s Need to Win… There are few things more destabilizing than realizing someone you once trusted is lying about you. Not just little lies, but full-blown character assassination. If you’ve ever been the target of a narcissist’s smear campaign, you know exactly what I mean. It’s…

  • Sir Percival’s Perspective… 🐾

    Ah yes, the smear campaign. Classic tactic of insecure mammals with too much time and not enough grace. There I was, curled up in the Otherworld, tail wrapped, third eye open, licking my metaphysical paw, when I caught wind of the latest nonsense. The Lady, bless her chaotic little soul, had finally found something resembling…

  • When the Smear Campaign Failed (And I Didn’t Even Know)…

    After my dad died, I was hanging on by a thread. Between the grief and the shock of how things unfolded, land gone, will rewritten, loyalty shattered, I was mostly just floating. Not moving forward, not falling apart. Just… drifting. Then came the charity shop. I had popped in looking for old canvases for my…