No, you're right on the money. I personally find your descriptive term more fitting than "malignant narcissist". That just makes him sound like he has a cool title or something.
A lot of stuff went down at work last Friday that could've ended in a tragedy when I found one of our clients in a bathroom unsupervised. This has been happening a lot, so I ultimately sacrificed my possible promotion to Art Instructor to stay with closely assisting our clients.
My nosy dad asked me why I was preoccupied with this. I explained myself, and he has the balls to tell me that I'm letting this dictate what I want out of the job and that I should make my own choices there.
To Dad, I responded in thought: "Scuse me? I'm letting this dictate my view on the job? Listen, man. I'm standing up for people less fortunate than me. It's in the fucking JOB DESCRIPTION. Standing up for people, something you know nothing about, cuz you spent your whole life playing the victim and bullying everyone you meet to get your way, including your kids -- and your WIFE. You're incapable of caring for others, cuz you never got any love as a child anyway.
Don't talk to me about people dictating others. You spent your whole life as a parent ruling this house like a tyrant. Anyone making their own decisions in violation of your will here is always subject to dehumanization. The simple fact is that while we're both reckoning with childhood trauma, I'm turning mine into love and care for myself and others. You, on the other hand, made it into a goddamn magic scepter to impose your will on everyone you meet, and have been taking yearly trips abroad since 2019 to build houses to rent instead of retiring at 74. I'm living my life mission, and you're still chasing money. And through it all you're still not happy. I couldn't be more disgusted with you."
Oh, and by the way, Dad's fully onboard with the shit my ex-therapist put me through. It's why after ex cussed out in a rant about how I "wouldn't listen to the fuck my dad say", Dad came home that same evening asking me "what's up with your therapist?" with a casual face. What can I say? Both adopted the theory of "Nana is using his mental illness as an excuse not to grow up." SMH. They're BOTH assholes now.
No disrespect taken.
A lot of stuff went down at work last Friday that could've ended in a tragedy when I found one of our clients in a bathroom unsupervised. This has been happening a lot, so I ultimately sacrificed my possible promotion to Art Instructor to stay with closely assisting our clients.
My nosy dad asked me why I was preoccupied with this. I explained myself, and he has the balls to tell me that I'm letting this dictate what I want out of the job and that I should make my own choices there.
To Dad, I responded in thought: "Scuse me? I'm letting this dictate my view on the job? Listen, man. I'm standing up for people less fortunate than me. It's in the fucking JOB DESCRIPTION. Standing up for people, something you know nothing about, cuz you spent your whole life playing the victim and bullying everyone you meet to get your way, including your kids -- and your WIFE. You're incapable of caring for others, cuz you never got any love as a child anyway.
Don't talk to me about people dictating others. You spent your whole life as a parent ruling this house like a tyrant. Anyone making their own decisions in violation of your will here is always subject to dehumanization. The simple fact is that while we're both reckoning with childhood trauma, I'm turning mine into love and care for myself and others. You, on the other hand, made it into a goddamn magic scepter to impose your will on everyone you meet, and have been taking yearly trips abroad since 2019 to build houses to rent instead of retiring at 74. I'm living my life mission, and you're still chasing money. And through it all you're still not happy. I couldn't be more disgusted with you."
Oh, and by the way, Dad's fully onboard with the shit my ex-therapist put me through. It's why after ex cussed out in a rant about how I "wouldn't listen to the fuck my dad say", Dad came home that same evening asking me "what's up with your therapist?" with a casual face. What can I say? Both adopted the theory of "Nana is using his mental illness as an excuse not to grow up." SMH. They're BOTH assholes now.