Well, I’m reevaluating my life. My brother is a narcissist. It’s nice to have a word for it. For what my family has lived through. For what I have lived through.
Over the last several years I have been establishing boundaries with my brother that were long overdue. He moved far enough away that phone calls were all the communication we had. And they were often exhausting and getting worse.
He is a bigot who swears he’s just telling you like it is. He swears he’s got all the answers, but is an utter mess. Everyone else needs to start taking some responsibility. A master gaslighter.
One thing I’m happy about is his latest revelation. It’s absolutely horrible, but I can finally walk away. For good. I can start properly healing. I won’t be cutting it deeper with every phone call.
So many of the things that bring me a nostalgic joy are slightly tainted now, but I refuse to let him rob me of that joy and am working my way through separating it all out. I am armed with awareness, knowledge, self-compassion, friends and family support, and a husband who is doing his best to help me. He is my Rock in all of this.
See, I’m done being silent. I might still be sorting out how to say things, but silence hasn’t helped anyone. I have always been seen as someone who speaks their mind, who is open and bold. Well, buckle up. I’m just getting started. And it feels exhilarating!

































