My father has been bringing remembrance of things done against me and my children.

One thing that has recently stuck in my craw is this, my sons name.

When I was pregnant, my mother talked with regret about how she wanted to use a certain name for a boy, I knew a little about her past and how she suffered abuse, over and over.

I liked the name and knew I would use it, to bless her and bring her comfort and she loved my son. Then I had to choose the middle name, now my mother’s first child was killed by a repeat drunk driver, her loss never left, when it showed, my heart hurt for her.

Every year on that date, my mum and his best friend, shared the time together and it never hit me, until I asked why, he only turned up once a year.

So when my son was about to be born, I asked my mum if it was OK. I remember the happiness in her voice, I did ask her about his sisters response, my mum use to be really blunt and her statement was this, “It is none of her damn business, he was MY son, she thinks that she can rule over everyone, well this is my decision and use it” I even asked about his first name and using that. I remember her saying, that which ever I chose would be OK and that the fact I asked, why I chose his names was respectful and she appreciated it.

But my son, will not use his middle name, why because of that someone, who gets in your head to make them feel superior and you less than and gets you thinking they are right and your wrong.

Well, this is the truth and I put it in print:

(Narcissistic personality disorder — one of several types of personality disorders — is a mental condition in which people have an inflated sense of their own importance, a deep need for excessive attention and admiration, troubled relationships, and a lack of empathy for others.)

I know who reads this, and its time for me to stand…