The cursed children

Once upon a time … there was a little boy, that had been raised by a narcissistic mother. As she feared her own vulnerability and emotions, she suppressed them in herself and in her child. She believed this world to be a cruel, cursed place and created her own reality. The frightened son didn´t receive love, only a false surrogat, when he acted in a way that pleased the mother. She felt releaf when her child seemed to “be better” than others. But as the child had been punished the same time when not pleasing her, he didn´t create real self-worth,  but absorbed the love surrogate, while deep inside still believing to be unworthy.

Once upon a time …there was a little girl with a narcissistic mother and as the mother feared her own vulnerability and emotions, she tried to suppress them in herself and her child. She believed this world to be a cruel, cursed place and created her own reality. The frightened daughter didn´t receive love, only a false surrogat, when she acted in a way that pleased the mother. She felt releaf when her child seemed to “be better” than others. But goodness, her child was a total failure, and seldom able to make things right. No matter how much the little girl tried, the mother was never truly satisfied. Most of the time the child felt abandoned, just once in a while she received the love surrogate, while deep inside still believing to be unworthy.

When they grew up, the boy became a narcissist and the girl a people-pleaser and of course they´ve been attracted to each other. What seemed like a cruel joke, to recreate the circle of distortion. But this perspective is the cursed one, the problem. The truth is that the universe is a loving one, looking for balance and so(u)lution. To not ask the other for the surrogate, but create self-love and deep acceptance.

In the end all is well and all is love!

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