by Ginger L. Fernandez

Created on: October 29, 2009   Last Updated: October 30, 2009

Having Raised a Daughter

Raising a daughter is the most difficult task I ever saw fit to undertake. At this juncture in our relationship I dread getting old and having to be dependent upon her for my care. I would rather hire help and live alone. She makes me feel as though I will be advised to purchase a gun, a wheel chair and a pistol to feel safe in my own home. I hate to say it, but she already does not have my best interest at heart. She is living with me now. Grant you when I was on my knuckles I moved in with her. She did not make me feel comfortable when I lived with her. I do not feel comfortable now that the tables have turned and she is living with me.

Does the term narcissist mean anything to you? It does to me. That daughter I spoke on mine is a narcissist. She has an ego the size of the moon... in other words if you look up the definition in the dictionary you will see a photo of my daughter plastered dig as day. As I wrote in a previous article; 'narcissism is an essential part of us from birth and in adults a reasonable amount of healthy narcissism allows the individual's perception of his needs to be balanced in relation to others'.

My daughter encompasses malignant narcissism to the point of dysfunction. Her aggressive and antisocial tenderizes reeks havoc in my home. For the first time in my life I have a home of my own. She creates as air of having an unwelcomed guest in the house namely me!

When she was evicted from her place of residence I told her that she could move in temporarily and live to give her time to get on her feet. Well that was August 5th 2009. This is October 29th 2009. I do not see where she is making any progress in her search to set up residence in her own dwelling.

Oh yeah I almost forgot to tell you. When she was sixteen she got pregnant, well I was a devoted employee from the age of 16 until I got sick at age 54. I would rather have worked eighteen hours a day that play housefrau. I allowed her man to move in with me to take care of his children.

How was I to know that he is the kind of man who will not work? For the next few years they lived with me. She added a second child in the mean time. Finally when her man decided that my house was his and choose to sell drugs I put them out. I paid their first and last month's rent she contributed the security deposit. I gave her all of my furniture to get started and moved into an apartment with my son and my man.

To show her appreciation they destroyed the furniture without

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