The Child of a Narcissistic Mother
They grow up learning to read the weather in someone else’s eyes. Love, for them, is never a resting place , it’s a performance, a delicate dance between being seen and disappearing.
They become experts at silence, at smiling when their heart trembles, at shrinking just enough to fit into someone else’s reflection.
Inside, there’s a quiet grief , the mourning of a mother who never truly existed, only a mirror demanding to be adored.
And yet, somewhere beneath the ache, the child still hopes , that one day, love will feel like safety, not sacrifice.
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