I actually do not like the name my daughter has chosen for my upcoming grandson. I am calling him by his middle name and Tad,short for tadpole. I told her exactly what I said. It’s not MY turn to name a baby it’s yours. Then I ASKED if she was ok with me using his middle name. She’s on board with it because of how I presented it. I came home from work the day before my birthday, there was a loud noise coming from my 3 year old daughters bedroom. I slightly cracked open the door and she was on her knees on the floor wrapping my birthday present with paper towels and a lot of tape. I felt so guilty, i shouldn’t have opened the door. She turned around and stood up in front of the present.
It was the first massage I ever had. I had a back injury and my dr. sent me to physical therapy. She used a tens unit in my back for a bout half an hour then told me to remove my clothes and cover with a towel that I wad going to get a full body massage. She did my back and legs then had me turn over. She massaged my chest and legs then removed the towel. She stroked me then started sucking me. I was young and not sure what to do, she removed her clothes climbed in to off me and rode me until i came inside her. My dr. sent me there twice a week for two months for therapy and it eas always the same. It was great.
First of all. They feel rage, angry and try to smear campain you to provoke you join the sick game. Then you still ignore and no react to them, they will feel umempower and lose, you just win narcissist by this way, not by direct confront. The grey rock/ no react/ no contact/ show no emotion will enable their power. There was another option, of course. Dermabond that perfect lavender liquid that painlessly coated the wound and shellacked it seamlessly together as if by magic. It was literally Super Glue for the skin. Staring at the sliver of rare steak gaping through the right eyebrow of her perfect pudgy face, I was thinking Dermabond was definitely the way to go.
Snagging a stick from the Pyxis dispensary, I squeezed to break and activate the inner vial of syrup. I had just seconds now to apply a thin layer before the it dried and stuck like, well, superglue. She laid sweetly on the table, chattery and carefree, watching cartoon ponies and kitty cats while her mom fluttered nearby with a sippy cup. I explained, quickly, that mom would have to hold her head still for just a sec while I applied the product. Once it was dry Voila! The skin would heal beneath over the next few days and the glue would gradually peel off on its own. So easy.
You march over here and tell us to move instead of expressing to us you really wanted our table. If you would have reserved it like an adult you would have had it. But unfortunately you thought you could come over here and bully someone into getting what you want. Now my brother isn’t going to say this to you because he is nice. But no we aren’t moving. No you can not make us move. And if you harass us anymore I will kindly ask the manager to remove you.
She gave me a guilty look with a little sadness. “What are you doing in here mama?”. She said. I closed the door quietly and I won’t ever go into her bedroom again the day before my birthday or close to my birthday. She had a perfume set, flowers, a teddy bear and a birthday card with crayons laying beside them. My husband took her off yesterday and told me he was taking her to the park and then to the store. I felt so guilty for seeing her wrapping the presents. I had real skinny closets in my bathrooms making it hard to store towles in them. So they were kind of stuffed in there. I had some friends staying with me while they were in the process of moving. Imagine my surprise when I opened the closet to find every towle in there neat and tidy. I didn’t even know they could be folded to fit. My reaction? I was thrilled. Wish I had more guests like that.