The title is a sarcastic representation of what living with a narcissist is like.
I'm in a tough place. This narcissist is a pretty great father but once he directs his attention my way the story changes. Things get tossed around (like the cookie pan I left in the oven) and I get nasty grimace. I try to remind myself that I deal with him for the kids but I can feel my self respect slip through my fingers little by little everyday.
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