Tag: relationships
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The Letter I’ll Never Send..
The Letter I’ll Never Send (But Wrote Anyway) Dear Family, Let’s not pretend this will come as a shock. I’ve been too quiet for too long, and if you’ve been paying any attention at all, you’ll know silence is just grief with a gag in its mouth. And now, I’m done with gags. I’m writing…
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Episode 33 -Dear Family (The Gaslighting Gala Committee)..
Dear Family, I write to you now from the peaceful ruins of what was once my sanity. Thank you all for your tireless efforts to ensure the inheritance experience was less about legacy and more about strategic confusion. Bravo. I didn’t realize we were entering a competitive sport but if underhandedness were an Olympic event,…
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Episode 31 – Turf Wars: The Bogfather Rises..
Today I find myself deep in contemplation – well, stewing really – over the turf. Not just any turf – my turf. The sacred sod. The ancestral bog-claim. The small plot of land that has somehow become the stage for one man’s personal remake of Game of Thrones, except with more grunting and fewer dragons.…
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Episode 29 – Stay Light, Stay Laughing…
Lately, I’ve been reminding myself of this simple truth:Not everything needs my energy. Not every text needs a reply.Not every comment needs a clever comeback.Not every invite deserves a yes.And not every drama-filled moment requires a front-row seat from me. Some days, the most spiritual thing you can do is sip your tea, water your…
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Episode 19 -How to Train Your Bully – A Misfortunate Sibling’s Field Guide
Because some family trees grow twisted branches… Ah, family – the great institution where love, support and shared trauma are all bundled into one inherited mess. But what happens when your sibling is less ‘dear relative and more ‘dictator with delusions of grandeur’? Enter: the family narcissist. Or worse – the garden-variety bully with a…
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Episode 17 -When You’re Not the Crazy One: Notes from the Edge of Sanity …
Why You’re Not the Crazy One: Notes from the Edge of Sanity by someone who’s had enough turf stacked on them to build a small fortress. There’s a moment somewhere between the third passive-aggressive text and the fiftieth circular conversation when you start to wonder: Is it me? Spoiler: It’s not. Narcissists are like dodgy…
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 