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My narcissist father was over for dinner. One of only a handful of times he's been invited in 15 years. My then 9ish yr old reached for a 3rd or 4th piece of garlic bread and my dad without fail started in with "smear it on your hips it'll get there faster" something I heard many MANY times as a girl. It took me years to get over my body issues.
Oh heeeeell no. Not my baby.
I [i]immediately[/i] stood up shoving my chair back so hard it almost fell over. Pointed right in my dad's face "DONT YOU [u]EVER[/u] SAY THAT TO HER AGAIN. UNDERSTAND? DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?"
The look of shock on his face was priceless. I never really stood up to my dad like that and it felt so good [aside from my seething mama bear rage] Usually ignoring / avoiding him is my safest approach so it was a huge therapy is working moment. I'm still proud of myself. Dad was never invited to dinner again.
Oh heeeeell no. Not my baby.
I [i]immediately[/i] stood up shoving my chair back so hard it almost fell over. Pointed right in my dad's face "DONT YOU [u]EVER[/u] SAY THAT TO HER AGAIN. UNDERSTAND? DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?"
The look of shock on his face was priceless. I never really stood up to my dad like that and it felt so good [aside from my seething mama bear rage] Usually ignoring / avoiding him is my safest approach so it was a huge therapy is working moment. I'm still proud of myself. Dad was never invited to dinner again.
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