Donkey Suck Up #79628 / Donkey Take Down #89563

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The second of today’s Morin droppings:

There there is a particular poignance when you witness very old friends who have created an EPICALLY beautiful life together – friends you’ve known since before the engagement, before the marriage, before the companies they started, before the TV and book and media and massive success, before the house they built, before the adorable baby … Friends who you watched MAKE THEIR DREAMS A REALITY while staying grounded in their core values, in their creativity and their love, in their kindness, in their partnership and in their faith. Dave and Brit Morin have inspired me since the day I met them, and spending Sunday with their little family reminded me of what is possible with a truly great partnership. Perhaps it’s not common. But it’s POSSIBLE.

I had almost given up that dream.

Thank you, D & B. I love you!!

You want to dial it down a few notches, Donkey? I’m embarrassed for you and surely Dave’s getting tired of hosting your tongue in his bunghole.

cunt

Gettin’ some get back!

Donkey doesn’t need you, Devin. Not when she has learned self-love and self-respect and self-care and the joys of psychedelic tea.

Beginning Again (Almost Ready)
———————————————

When you think you FINALLY met The One, and you’re ready to commit your heart, your life, your everything to him – and then that relationship blows up in your face in the most spectacular (read: horrifically painful) way you can possibly imagine … it takes TIME to heal, to krazy glue together the shattered fragments of your heart.

There are so many different flavors of breakup. In this one, thank god, I never thought “we should be back together.” No, no, no. We loved each other deeply, but we were not compatible life partners. Honestly, the 90s Don Henley song is true: Sometimes love just ain’t enough.

That said, being ripped apart still shook me to my core – mainly because I was SO CONVINCED he was IT! And if I was wrong about that … if I could be wrong about something so huge … what ELSE could I be wrong about??

That emotional earthquake destabilized my system – my trust in men, my trust in myself – for quite some time.

It’s taken me a little over a year since my big breakup, and two or three short term relationships I knew wouldn’t be life partnerships in the interim … to be super solid, really truly healed.

On Friday, I got the call I had wanted up until about the end of February. We hadn’t spoken in six months when he rang … the “I’m FINALLY calling to apologize, I’m so so sorry” call. Wow.

And you know what? When the call finally came … I didn’t need it anymore. Isn’t that always the case?!? Of course.

But that call closed a loop, finished a cycle.

I felt calm and compassionate, loving but completely unhooked … totally untangled. That’s how I’ve felt for a while with him. It’s fascinating how breakup healing occurs. You can have about 90% of the conscious pain out of your system but that final 10% sticks around for a WHILE. For me it kept showing up in terms of how open I was to actual serious partnership (not at all).

My subconscious was in essence saying: No WAY am I going to put myself through that level of desolation again. Nope, better to just focus on “diversifying my portfolio” in my happiness ecosystem.

So I went deep into friendship and lovership, sisterhood and brotherhood, tribe and community with some pretty spectacular human beings. And I went deep into partnership with the one partner I have for the rest of my life, no matter what … me. smile emoticon

I learned self-love and self-respect and self-care. I nourished my own creativity, my burgeoning art. I danced and I sang and I adventured. I loved many people deeply. I went deeper into my faith and I built a beautiful life with all of the resources I could muster on my own. More importantly, I built a beautiful life of which I’m REALLY proud … without the help of a partner. And now I know I can … I know I can be happy, truly happy, without any man involved, without any knight, white or otherwise, sweeping me off my feet.

And actually, that’s the best lesson I learned this year. I am deeply grateful for the depth of intimacy I experienced with my former partner, for the unbridled joy we experienced together, for the endless learning, for the intensity of our love, but I will NEVER AGAIN get into a relationship that is so insular (read: “co-dependent”).

And now I can feel it coming. I’m *almost* ready to open my heart for a serious partner. Not now. But … soon. (Sigh … I’ve said that for a while: “not now not now not yet!” like someone’s trying to push me out of a plane and I’m not sure if my parachute is strapped on or not)

My goal was for the book to be entirely complete, totally in the can, before I started dating again (I mean REALLY dating … not just dating men who are special and wonderful, but wildly inappropriate for a variety of reasons – cough, you know who you are, hahaha), and I’m still a few months away from that goal …

But after spending time with Dave and Brit today, and witnessing the creative POWER of deep partnership again … I am remembering. I am remembering the strength of a romantic partnership.

I think I had to let go of the dream, to let it die, for it to be reborn again, in a new form.

Humbling, this process. And I can feel my heart still very, very shy. I’m not ready yet. But soon. Soon.

It’s almost time to begin again.

***
For those of you who have been through this process – either with death or divorce or with a serious breakup … how did you prepare yourself to open your heart again?

171 COMMENTS

  1. She’d give anything to trade spots with Brit Morin.. Poor Julie will never have her tech founder millionaire/billionaire husband. 馃檨

  2. White *brite* eye shadow is tacky, folks. No white anywhere on your face, ever. Christ.

    • JFAing but she also needs to get her brows re-shaped. And her mouth re-hinged. Also, ruching fail. When you are petite, opt out of shit like ruching. Jaybus.

      • Fauxto from 2009. I refrained from posting any snap with the Morins and their infant, or Julia with their infant. She must have figured out that we’ll cut her some slack when using babies or children as props.

        • Fuck her, we can blur a face or two if necessary. Some of us Photoshop or GiMP pretty good mang..

        • their kid is cute, but it’s clear from the picture julia took of him alone in his carseat that he is greatly disturbed by the gaping maw in front of him. poor baby.

          also, WHY does she feel like she is entitled to post pictures of other people’s kids, especially ones she is not related to? for someone who has supposedly had ‘stalkers,’ you’d think she’d be more vigilant about protecting the privacy of innocent children on the internet.

          • I am surprised and dissapointed that Brit allowed this loon near her new baby. I know she advocated the use of old yoga mats as wine stoppers, but really??

          • Also, why does she find it necessary to pose with other people’s babies!? Her motives are all so transparent.

  3. Ugh, get off my damn lawn, Donkey. It’s a miracle I haven’t run into her yet.

    Can’t wait for this one to get its own post:

    Julia Allison
    7 mins 路 San Francisco, CA 路 Edited 路

    Beginning Again (Almost Ready)

    When you think you FINALLY met The One, and you’re ready to commit your heart, your life, your everything to him – and then that relationship blows up in your face in the most spectacular (read: horrifically painful) way you can possibly imagine … it takes TIME to heal, to krazy glue together the shattered fragments of your heart.

    There are so many different flavors of breakup. In this one, thank god, I never thought “we should be back together.” No, no, no. We loved each other deeply, but we were not compatible life partners. Honestly, the 90s Don Henley song is true: Sometimes love just ain’t enough.

    That said, being ripped apart still shook me to my core – mainly because I was SO CONVINCED he was IT! And if I was wrong about that … if I could be wrong about something so huge … what ELSE could I be wrong about??

    That emotional earthquake destabilized my system – my trust in men, my trust in myself – for quite some time.

    It’s taken me a little over a year since my big breakup, and two or three short term relationships I knew wouldn’t be life partnerships in the interim … to be super solid, really truly healed.

    On Friday, I got the call I had wanted up until about the end of February. We hadn’t spoken in six months when he rang … the “I’m FINALLY calling to apologize, I’m so so sorry” call. Wow.

    And you know what? When the call finally came … I didn’t need it anymore. Isn’t that always the case?!? Of course.

    But that call closed a loop, finished a cycle.

    I felt calm and compassionate, loving but completely unhooked … totally untangled. That’s how I’ve felt for a while with him. It’s fascinating how breakup healing occurs. You can have about 90% of the conscious pain out of your system but that final 10% sticks around for a WHILE. For me it kept showing up in terms of how open I was to actual serious partnership (not at all).

    My subconscious was in essence saying: No WAY am I going to put myself through that level of desolation again. Nope, better to just focus on “diversifying my portfolio” in my happiness ecosystem.

    So I went deep into friendship and lovership, sisterhood and brotherhood, tribe and community with some pretty spectacular human beings. And I went deep into partnership with the one partner I have for the rest of my life, no matter what … me.
    smile emoticon

    I learned self-love and self-respect and self-care. I nourished my own creativity, my burgeoning art. I danced and I sang and I adventured. I loved many people deeply. I built a beautiful life with all of the resources I could muster on my own. More importantly, I built a beautiful life of which I’m REALLY proud … without the help of a partner. And now I know I can … I know I can be happy, truly happy, without any man involved, without any knight, white or otherwise, sweeping me off my feet.

    And actually, that’s the best lesson I learned this year. I am deeply grateful for the depth of intimacy I experienced with my former partner, for the unbridled joy we experienced together, for the endless learning, for the intensity of our love, but I will NEVER AGAIN get into a relationship that is so insular (read: “co-dependent”).

    And now I can feel it coming. I’m *almost* ready to open my heart for a serious partner. Not now. But … soon. (Sigh … I’ve said that for a while: “not now not now not yet!” like someone’s trying to push me out of a plane and I’m not sure if my parachute is strapped on or not)

    My goal was for the book to be entirely complete, totally in the can, before I started dating again (I mean REALLY dating … not just dating men who are special and wonderful, but wildly inappropriate for a variety of reasons – cough, you know who you are, hahaha), and I’m still a few months away from that goal …

    But after spending time with Dave and Brit today, and witnessing the creative POWER of deep partnership again … I am remembering. I am remembering the strength of a romantic partnership.

    I think I had to let go of the dream, to let it die, for it to be reborn again, in a new form.

    Humbling, this process. And I can feel my heart still very, very shy. I’m not ready yet. But soon. Soon.

    It’s almost time to begin again.

    ***
    For those of you who have been through this process – either with death or divorce or with a serious breakup … how did you prepare yourself to open your heart again?

    • Wow. She just bitch slapped Debbin, Avocado and – hahaha, as if – frat boy? (Really? Two or three short term r’shits? Doubtful.)

      Pay attention future marks, she’ll turn on you too.

        • Ha! Yes!

          How the call really went: 鈥淚鈥檓 FINALLY calling to apologize, I鈥檓 so so sorry I ignored all of your 3am texts, weekly sobbing 9-minute voicemails and daily FB messages. I’m FINALLY calling to ask you to stop, Julia. We loved each other deeply, but were not compatible life partners. Please delete my number from your phone. “

        • Always. When really, she should be the one apologizing for being such a complete fucking lunatic.

        • It’s always their fault, their loss. A relationship is never a two-way street. How could they have let a phony, lying, lazy donkey get away? Tho evoloved!

    • “I鈥檓 not ready yet. But soon. Soon.”

      Anyone else start thinking of those ‘Soon’ memes, that zoom in on the creepy person in the background?

      • So if a rich wallet called today she would tell him, not yet, but soon, soon?

        • If D0nkey could pull a rabbit out of the hat wallet out of her raftass today, there’d be no soon about it.

          I’m dying to know who it is she has her sights set on that is ignoring her so damn hard — I’d like to buy the boy a shot or three of kale juice.

    • “I built a beautiful life with all of the resources I could muster on my own.”

      Liar. You built your life using your father’s money and American Express card. Please stop lying.

      • I know, that was the exact word that made me want to… bleeeeeeeeech. Who talks that way? It’s like that SNL skit Will Farrell.

        Also — can’t these people just have experiences and process them themselves? Or just write them in their notebooks, or something? THAT’S WHAT THE MOLESKIN’S FOR!!!

    • And Annie LALALALA says (I shit you not):
      Annie Lalla you’re already knee deep in this water baby, you don’t have to do anything (can’t push the river)…your heart is open. try easier, he’s already looking for you, since the day he was born…btw, he’s really cute (i’m in contact with your future children and they’re very glad they picked you two)
      13 hrs 路 Like 路 9

      What the actual fuck?

      • Lucky for us and the rest of the world, Annie LaLaLaLa is batshit crazy. I highly doubt Julie Albertson will be reproducing (unless she uses the poke-a-hole-in-the-condom method of conception).

  4. Jeebus! That black hole mouth. Unhinged, it increases the size of her face by another 1/3. You’d think she’d learn not to strike that “pose”.

  5. “The reason I am not successful is I don’t have a man. Once I have locked down a man, it will be raining FUCK YOU MONEYYYYYYYYYYYY. Woman are nothing without the love of a man. Brit could have done her loofah belt business without the paradigm shifting congruent lovership from Dave Morin. M’kay?”

    • Some tech cat lady has mentioned that he’s considered to be a complete tool throughout the industry.

    • He reminds me a lot of my ex from 10 years ago, who is cut from the same cloth (insufferable Silicon Valley design type) and just recently became quite successful working at – yes – Uber after a string of smaller hits. Same enormous glasses & self-satisfied-yet-insecure-smirk.

    • Omg fuck himmmm. I just read that and simultaneously gagged and laughed, which is not an attractive sound.

    • Yep. Same “apology” conversation. Neither of these apologies ever happened.

      • Why would they apologize?

        Because they failed to see the Greatness of the Donkey?

        Yeah, I didn’t think so.

    • What? Are you saying that being dumped after a year of “heated growth opportunities” is NOT the same as death or divorce?

      But Donkey feels MORE and DEEPLY. So is same, yes?

    • This. Can’t believe she compares her Sweet Valley High relationships to the trauma of death or divorce.
      Kidding. Of course I can believe it.

    • That is pretty much verbatim what I was coming to post. Seriously, Julia, fuck off. I’ve been through a couple of really awful breakups in my life, and even at my saddest and most self-indulgent I knew they were absolutely nothing like fucking bereavement. Fuuuuuuuuck yourself, so much.

  6. After realizing I don’t want a man (again), I am ready for a man now (again).

    I have friends who really want to be married. There is fuck all wrong with that. But they fucking admit it. This shit she pulls where every single time she brays about not needing a man, she follows it immediately with how she is now looking for a man, is so stupid.

    • JFAing to say: A really great way to prove you are not, in fact, ready for a mature relationship is to put your exes on blast on your public Facebook page, which many of your mutual friends can read.

      You’re welcome.

      • This is an admission that a true woo isn’t good enough for her. Long term potential means money to her. Same old Donks. She really does need her own Bear Kittay.

      • Funny how many of the responses were thinly veiled versions of “stop trying so hard.”

  7. TL;DR, Donkey.

    Some observations:
    1) Wasn’t she just talking about wanting to know people after their success, that people are too focused on achieving success, or something? And now she’s bragging about knowing the Morons from way back and basking in the reflected glory of their success? I don’t know about you, but I’m having a hard time following Donkey’s message here.

    2) What the fuck does Debbie have to apologize for? Other than apologizing to himself for staying in this relationship for as long as he did. And to the world for unleashing those Paris art photos?

    • I’m sure they were the subject of that post and she guilted them into spending time with her.

      • nobody to blame for that but themselves. no contact is the only thing that works for borderline NPD

      • She always applies the pressure re: any strategic partnership. Just noted she gave shout outs to D &B in her no-one-has-ever-loved-as-Julia-Allison-has-loved post comments, although she already credited them in the post as the inspiration to begin again! Julie Albertson: America’s Favorite Facebook Rimjob Queen.

  8. If she was waiting for an apology from Derpin up until the end of Feb., then why was he part of her self wedding, which took place in August? She posted that photo claiming how much she loved him and Avocado. Such a liar.

    • And called it “success”…and then doesn’t hear from him for six months. Sounds like he made a simple birthday call to her and she interpreted it as “I’m sorry.”

      • Never mind, I think you’re right. He probably apologized for being late with the birthday call and she spun it into some imagined romcom drama.

  9. “…for the unbridled joy we experienced together…”
    Heh. Unbridled.

    Derpin was probably calling her to tell her he was engaged. Let’s see if this turns out to be true.

  10. “Krazy glue together the shattered fragments of your heart”???????

    If the whole book is written in that tone, catladies are going to have a feast.

  11. “For me it kept showing up in terms of how open I was to actual serious partnership (not at all).”
    Oh bullshit. You weren’t interested because nobody was interested in your psychotic ass.

    Guess this means at the Princeton reunion she’ll be begging for kisses and for men to pick her up. Wallet-hunting season is underway.

  12. You know who REALLY deserves an apology?

    The people that got the sweet potato turds on that fateful Thanksgiving.

    I hope that after she dropped the phone, she picked it up and called them to apologize.

  13. New Donkey post about a David Brooks piece on what makes people genuinely good. Moral values vs. what he calls resume values. Donkey of course is all over this because she thinks resumes are overrated and also because in her black and white world she thinks people can’t have both kinds of values simultaneously.

    But the irony in her posting this is that David Brooks SLAMS people like Donkey in his article! She has such little self-awareness that she can’t even see that in every single point he is highlighting people who are selfish, shallow, famewhoring, status-obsessed regarding colleges, and all the things she has EVER been! And now she is saying, “Preach it, David Brooks!” what an ASSHOLE. Also, nice copypasta of several of Brooks’ paragraphs without quotation marks, Donkey. Maybe you’ll fool a few people into thinking you can write like that.

    Bonus: in a thank you post to the Morins, Donkey gets the name of their town wrong (Muir Valley”)and Brit corrects her (“Mill Valley”) without writing thank you or it was great to see you. Just the name correction. Burn! I get the idea Brit still doesn’t much care for a donkey and that Julia’s trip was m ostly to wishful-think she had a hubby like Dave.

  14. This is really intense crazy and viciousness. I’m picturing the scene in The China Syndrome where all the alarms are blaring and lights are flashing.

  15. You capitalize “Krazy Glue” since it’s a brand name. Also? She sucks.

    • And you don’t turn “adventure” into a verb.

      “Adventure” is not a verb and it will never be, you stupid Donkey.

      • Uhm … according to some dictionaries it is …
        So, serious question: which dictionaries don’t count?

        • That’s easy. Do they think “adventure” is a verb? They don’t count.

          Seriously, Donkey’s assault on the English language is so vicious and relentless that I always err on the side of she’s-wrong, but she may have been right this one time.

          You know what the say about the broken clock…..

          • I also immediately thought, “not a verb, dispshit donkey” when I read that, but then again second langauge, so I wasn’t sure. It still sounds weird to me.

          • I collect old hardbacks & in one of ’em is where I’ve seen it used as a verb, but honestly, in late 1800 / early 1900 stuff just because it made print doesn’t assure me that it’s an accurate use.

  16. As always, I see photos of her and I just think if she’d close her mouth, lower the hem five inches, wear a non-juniors department dress in an age-appropriate style and color, she’d be absolutely stunning. Even the CLICK bag could stay.

  17. On Jena’s FB page:

    “I’m really attracted to this theme of Self-Marriage lately. It’s something I’ve been talking about and teaching for years, the marriage of body and mind, but lately I’m seeing beautiful examples of it. For example the iconic Julia Allison held a wedding for her marriage to herself last year. Kc Baker has ceremonialized this act, and I just stumbled upon this article about it.
    I think we can all benefit from this mindset. Don’t you?”

  18. Also seems like there’s a lot of “I knew these people before they were famous / wealthy / important” lately. Lots of her own insecurities on view.

    • Humblebrags, contrived for all those Princeton
      duds who’ll soon be creeping her fecebook page.

  19. I guess her “WHY WON’T MY SUCCESSFUL FRIENDS PAY ANY ATTENTION TO ME??!??!?!” Facebook pity party a couple of weeks ago worked on that wimp Dave Morin, who seems to have an inexplicable soft spot for her. Go figure.

    And poor Derwood. If he even did phone her for the reason she claims he did, I am sure he’s delighted to see she brayed publicly about it. What a tool.

    • There’s gotta be so much freedom in knowing the people you cite/site/sight are too invested in keeping you out of their lives to ever call you on something “minor”. I’m guessing if he called at all that it was by accident, and that this whole thing is actually aimed at one DJ”you we’re never rich enough to marry me anyway”Avocado.

      • And that she had not just one but several relationships, so that diminishes his to next to nothing.

        I wonder how she reconciled sobbing her eyes out over Avocado when she flew to NYC and bawled about how it’s so hard to love too much. She never changes, she keeps lying just to appear the way she wants other people to see her.

    • Is Julia up to her old tricks again? An old boyfriend calling her out of the blue to “apologize.” Is she trying to cause trouble between Derpin and his current girlfriend?

      Scheme-juices juicing.

      • “It just dawned on me how nice the 1970s were when everyone was always saying ‘have a nice day’.”

      • Of course, Derpin is her “reality television” love which I believe she dismissed just a few weeks ago as being phony and played up for the cameras.

        And now this love FINALLY apologizes…and she doesn’t need it.

        THIS…THIS IS WHY YOU ARE ALONE, JULIA!

      • Ha! Yes!

        That’s the only context in which this posting makes sense: causing trouble in Debbie’s current relationship.

      • I’m guessing D0nk was packing for CR & couldn’t find a particular onesie (allegedly), which was good enough excuse to call Derpin a dozen times, & he finally caved, calling her back. No apology.

        • If there was an apology, it was probably along the lines of “sorry I didn’t get back to you.”

      • Today in things that never happened…

        Calling to apologize my ass. She probably had something she was holding hostage until he caved and had to call her.

  20. God, that top photo is a blast from the past.

    I think you’d actually have to have subjected yourself to the likes of Ricky Van Veen, Emily Gould, Loren Feldman and a hundred other “snarky”, nasty, joyless, embittered, narcissistic little nobodies to think, as I once did back then, that Julia was a breath of fresh air. Now I see the air was simply venting out of her gaping maw at tornado-warning speeds.

    As has been pointed out, if it weren’t for the dress, the stance and the movie-poster-charades-game acting out of “Jaws” she’d be a very attractive woman; alas, questionable taste, personal insecurities topped up with exhibitionism and the need to CONVINCE! EVERYONE! THAT! SHE! IS! HAVING! FUN! take front, back, left, right and center stage.

    David Moron looks as if he’s contemplating chemical castration and a new easy chair.

    • There are other photos from that party where you can clearly see the hideous clipped-on pelts, a different colour than her actual hair, and how wildly inappropriately dressed she was. I remember hearing from people there that she was an embarrassment, constantly grinding up against Morin. Oh honey. Nice try.

      • I met him several times. I actually think he’s quite talented, but he practically burst a blood vessel during the last conversation he had with me. No idea why, I am a humble chocolate nun.

      • Hahahahahahahah whatta buncha fucking losers.

        Randi looks as if she’s either cringing in horror or laying an egg.

        Caroline appears to be sneaking a drink to someone outside of the picture.

        What the hell are they all wearing? Is this a prom in Iowa in 1986 in a horror movie called “Night of the Mary Kay Zombies?”

        • Nobody in San Francisco knows how to dress for anything ever.

          • Fuck that, Marina bitches know how to dress. Closer you get to SoMa and FiDi you see the hoards of hoodie+company tee wearing startup noobs and generic button downs and Tumi laptop bags with slightly better shoes wearing middle age pushing veterans and the olds. The ladies are a free for all, I’ve been to swanky events in town, we’re not fashion challenged. I don’t think any of those bitches even “do business” in the city anyway.

    • Dave and Brit deserve each other and that wasn’t a compliment. Donkey is a gross opportunistic ho bag. They all fucking deserve each other.

      • LOL. Yes lots of them, and I work really, really hard to pay them. I guess I am one of those awful “adults” who don’t play hard enough anymore.

        Though I will say, since I discovered the RBD sometime last spring, I work less. I don’t exactly remember how i entered this rabbit hole, i read one thing, then another, then i ended up here, and was hooked.

    • I think there wouldn’t be enough hours in the day were that the case.

      “Sorry, Redacted, gotta take this call. Have A Nice Day Face is on line 2.”

  21. I normally post under another name but just wanted to share a story about the JA/narcissist in my life… my mother.

    I got engaged some time ago. We finally got the ring. It’s beautiful! I took a photo and sent them to my mom, who called me right away to say in a very loud and strange voice “I just LOVE your diamond ring! I LOVE diamonds! Diamonds are my favorite jewel! They are so beautiful, you are so lucky! I LOVE diamonds!”

    And suddenly I knew… I said “Is [her boyfriend’s name] there and that’s why you’re saying loudly that you love diamonds because you’re trying to guilt him into buying you diamonds?”

    To which she said yes… and then I said I had to go. Classic NPD mom – taking her daughter’s joy and turning it in a way to passive aggressively bully her boyfriend into buying her more diamonds. THIS is why she is never happy. And why I keep my distance.

    I know some of you have NPD family members and can relate.

    • I’m so sorry. That sounds painful.

      I hope you have lots of other loving people in your life who can be honestly joyful for you! Congratulations and may your engagement, wedding, and marriage be wonderful.

      • That is sad. I took a xerox copy of my hand and sent it to my mom 25 years ago when I got engaged. She died recently and in going through her papers, I found it. I felt cherished and loved.

    • Congratulations on your engagement! You’re starting your own family – don’t let her take away your joy.

      The hardest thing I learned in therapy is that most (if not all) people who were raised by narcissists/people with personality disorder will never have the kind of parent-child relationship they need. Letting go of that dream is not easy.
      May I recommend Toxic Parents by Susan Forward-super helpful (along with therapy and raisedbynarcissist reddit subgroup).

      • Thanks for the book rec – sounds right up my alley! Big fan of therapy here 馃檪 If it wasn’t for that, I don’t know that I’d have the fulfilling career and partner and friends that I do.

        I think the thing with having an NPD parent (and sister) is that I still sometimes think things might be different… and then they aren’t. Fortunately my chosen family is awesome. And sharing NPD families here on RBD is therapeutic too.

      • Fellow-RBNer here. I’m just starting my healing journey. I still hold out hope my NParent will change, but I know I’m just in denial and that narcs never hit the learn button. I’ve been meaning to read that book after finding it on the subreddit. One day at a time I tell myself…

        ALSO: Congrats on the engagement AnonyBray! Your diamond is beautiful! I’m so happy for you! Wishing you years of happiness forever and ever amen! 馃檪

        • Thank you 馃檪

          This site is so service-y – I’ve found BB creams, Parisian bakeries, and book recs (and community support) for having NPD family members.

          I mean, where else would you find all of this in one stable?

    • Congratulations! Sorry you have to deal with an unbearable narcissist, but you get all the best wishes for your future.

    • this site / cite / sight gave me the key to unlocking a lot of crap that had been mysteriously awful for a long time, yeah

  22. Her writing is not easy to understand, but is she saying she had “two or three short term relationships” over a single year? Normal people call this “dating.” Her account would/should scare any discerning potential partner away. Two dates with Julie, and in her mind, you’re in a “relationship” with her. But you do get a complimentary bj out of the deal, so there’s that.

  23. BODY SNARK: I hate asymmetrical clothing as it is, & that doughy underarm fat oozing from the armhole of D0nk’s too-tight flammable Quincea帽era dress leaves me wanting to toss my cookies. SIZE-UP, YOU HICKISH TWAT WAFFLE!

    • Wow her smug is off the charts on that picture with Alexander.

      • The one time the outfit looks reasonably coordinated and the shiny face and tit thrust still screw it up.

    • Not in my family,that’s for sure! See the photos she posted on her Fb for Sibling Day: it included one where she’s standing behind him and smashing her boobs right up against his shoulder. Yikes. Sorry can’t post here, tech skillz I do not have them.

      I once went on my brothers motorbike with him at 100 MpH and even at that speed there was little to no body contact. Sure, we hug and stuff, but it just seems ‘off’ getting that physically close to your brother in that way.

      I doubt Donkey has any respect for others personal space. I doubt she has respect for anything.

    • I would sooner die than sit in my brother’s lap. and he’s older than me, not younger…I feel like it would be even more gross to be 19 sitting on my 16 year old brother’s lap (as I’m guessing is the case in that picture, since it looks like he’s holding up a new license). bad role model, bad!

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