My mother is a narcissist.
I don't mean it in a bad way. More like in a "matter of fact" way.
Everything must be centered around her.
Everyone must do things for her.
The number one priority has to be her.
Her. Her. Her.
One night after allowing her to read a piece that I wrote for my creative writing class...
"You didn't mention me!"
She threw a fit because I did not write about her.
That's all she made a comment about.
She didn't comment about my writing, if it was good or not.
She didn't comment about its length or the content.
She only commented about how I didn't write about her.
After careful consideration spanning over a couple weeks, I have made the decision to write about her from my stand-point.
So here you go, Mom. I'm finally writing about you.
Enjoy.
YOU ARE READING
Narcissist
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