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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 immediately stood up shoving my chair back so hard it almost fell over. Pointed right in my dad's face "DONT YOU EVER 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 immediately stood up shoving my chair back so hard it almost fell over. Pointed right in my dad's face "DONT YOU EVER 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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