My mother had wanted to become a nurse – a terrible career for a narcissist, where putting other people's needs first is key – but her father maintained he would miss her too much to let her leave home to train.
My father had spent 28 years as the husband of a narcissist; he knew which behaviours would soothe her, and which would result in tantrums or days of 'the silent treatment' (a narcissist's weapon of choice).
It's the moment all the primping and fussing is complete, and she walks into her parents' front room, in her wedding gown, to collective gasps from her family – and more than a few tears from her mother.
She was born exactly nine months after her parents' wedding day in June 1964] That wasn't the case with me.
She was born exactly nine months after her parents' wedding day in June 1964.
