De gevolgen van een #Relatie met een #Narcist

Mama van 3 prachtige kindjes,

Allen uniek met de liefste gezichtjes.

Met veel liefde stond ik dag in dag uit voor jullie klaar,

Toen gebeurde het ondenkbare en waren wij in gevaar.

Ik heb gevochten voor jullie elke dag weer,

We hebben veel meegemaakt samen keer op keer.

Jullie hebben bewust meegemaakt wat mama en jullie aan werd gedaan,

Mama heeft hierom veel gehuild, tot de laatste traan.

Vechten voor een beter leven allen in harmonie,

Al wist ik diep van binnen beter, dat wilde hij toch niet.

Nooit is het hem te doen geweest om jullie mijn liefste jongen en meid,

Onthoud alsjeblieft mama wilde jullie niet kwijt.

Jullie kleine zusje hebben jullie slechts 2 keer kunnen knuffelen en vasthouden,

Wat waren jullie trots op haar en wat heb ik gehuild om die band die jullie nu niet op mogen bouwen.

Er gaat geen dag voorbij dat ik niet aan jullie denk,

Wij houden van jullie, jullie waren ook mama's grote geschenk.

Wij verlangen naar de dag dat deze nachtmerrie voorbij zal zijn,

Tot die tijd zal ik veel verdriet hebben en doet mijn hart veel pijn.

Wanneer het moment daar is zal ik jullie verwelkomen en stevig vasthouden,

Om jullie daarna nooit meer los te laten en jullie te laten zien dat je op mama kunt bouwen.

Meisje, jongen jullie zijn altijd in mijn gedachten en ik zal op jullie wachten...

Liefs mama

Note : Als extra aanvulling wil ik hier graag aangeven dat dit leed is ontstaan door een persoon met verborgen narcisme. Ik zal tzt met andere blogs een hoop vertellen over hoe gehaaid, gepland en gedetailleerd deze te werk kunnen gaan. Deze persoon zijn gedrag nam na verloop van tijd helaas psychopatische vormen aan. Hierdoor was het aangerichte leed echt niet meer te overzien.

Welkom op mijn blog!

Ik schrijf met veel plezier over allerlei uiteenlopende onderwerpen. Ik schrijf over misstanden die ik aan het licht wil stellen, maar ook humoristische verhalen door mij geschreven. 

Verder ben ik bezig met het schrijven van een boek en heb ik sinds kort mijn creatieve tekentalent weer hervonden.

Kortom, bij mij kun je terecht voor vele onderwerpen.



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