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Father’s Day With a Narcissistic Father: Surviving the Mood Swings, the Silence, and the Eggshel ls Father’s Day doesn’t feel like a celebration to me. It feels like a reminder—of what I was expected to call “normal,” and what I spent years trying to survive. My father could be charming in public and cruel at home. That contrast is hard to explain to people who only met the version of him that smiled, joked, and knew exactly what to say. The version that made other people thi

You can't tell a child that their abusive parent loves them and then expect them to recognize abuse as unacceptable later. You conditioned them to accept harm as love and if they aren’t aware enough to stop that confusion, it will follow them into every relationship. Stop lying to children about abusive parents loving them and doing the best they can. You’re doing them a lifelong disservice by siding with the abusive adult as the child fights to be a loving little human with

Every single day. With everything I had. Ask me how I did as a mother and the answer is this, I showed up and it was heartfelt. Every single bit of mothering was full of my love and care for my children. There was never a day I stopped trying, even on the days I looked completely fine, but I was struggling on the inside. I am sorry for the days my energy ran out before theirs did. I’m sorry my energy is depleted, as a grandparent on the days I’m still navigating what hurts. I

You are not a bad person for not being there. You are a person who was not given a loving foundation as a child. Your mother never expected you to hold her accountable. Your father enjoyed his lifetime of atrocities. The pain of it does not get smaller the more you think about it. It actually gets more painful as you parent. The same woman who was absent in every way that mattered, was so consumed by her own world that her child grew up in the same house as her while feeling