she was incapable
of doing what was right
wasn’t moved
to undo the damage her actions left behind
no remorse
no empathy
no compassion
no connection
narcissists can’t be what we need
nor do what we deserve
nor heal themselves enough
to give us a desired remedy
it’s like time stood still
in the formation of their soul
solid and impenetrable
never truly warming to us
I Write Her 
Always great to read your posts, Susi dear.
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Thank you, Laleh!! I hope you and yours are well! 🙂
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Thanks sweetheart, keeping busy to survive.😂❤️
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I understand that. Take care, stay safe! ❤
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❤️❤️❤️
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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This has the sting of experience. Your description is so very spot on!!
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Yes, sadly, it does. Thank you, Val. I’m sorry if you’ve had to deal with something similar. ((hugs))
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Wonderful metaphor — using him would also work. 🙂
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Very true! In this piece, the object of my thoughts was a female though. Thanks!
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aka sense of entitlement
you got one life
now go do it
whatever it is
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Very eloquently written Susi.
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❤ Thank you so much, Sadje!
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You’re always welcome
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