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Chapter 7: Mother's Day is for Scolding

9:55 am.

Mother's Day.

2017.

I drive up the loooooong driveway to the house of the N(arcissist). It can be a bit tricky to turn around in this driveway, not only because it's long and skinny, but because there are sometimes cars parked in the area where I turn my car around and face back out to the street.

The street in front of his house is VERY busy. A main road, with lots of traffic. 

I am so excited to pick up my kids. We are going to celebrate today! We are going to work outside, read outside, and go out to dinner in the evening. 

As I sit in my car and anticipate my children coming out of the house, there is a knock at my car window. My stomach immediately tightens when I look up.

It's him.

We don't talk face to face, an instruction from my attorney.

He's standing there in his sweats and t-shirt, many days of scruff growing on his face. Do I roll the window down? The last time I spoke with him on his driveway, the police were called. 

I roll my window down halfway.

"YOU HAVE GOT TO STOP DRIVING YOUR CAR ON OUR GRASS."

I look at him, not knowing I drove on his grass and definitely not meaning to.

"LAST WEEK YOU DROVE A HUGE TRENCH INTO OUR GRASS DOWN BY THE MAILBOX AND TODAY YOU ALMOST BACKED INTO OUR FLOWER BEDS."

Omgomgomgomg I do not want drama today, I thought. I do not want a fight today.

"I apologize if I drove on your grass. I didn't mean to. It's tough to turn the car around when there are other cars parked on this driveway," I say.

He looks at me. "YOU WILL START PAYING FOR ANY DAMAGE YOU DO TO OUR GRASS."

"Why don't I just not pull all the way up and wait down by the end of the driveway?" I ask.

"THAT WOULD BE JUST PERFECT." he yelled as I roll up the window.

My kids come out and get in the car. My son immediately asks me, "What was dad saying to you? Was he yelling at you?"

I do not want them to worry. So I downplay it.

The fact is, I am still intimidated by him. I wish I could gather the strength to really tell him how I feel in situations like this. But I also know it wouldn't do any good. I feel satisfied with my response now. Silence, or very few words, are the best responses to narcissists. 

And maybe a few figure eights driven into the front lawn. 😁


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