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  • December 1, 2019 at 7:15 pm

    My “covert malignant narcissist with psychopathic features” of an ex-husband once made a big deal of giving our four-year-old daughter a fifty-dollar bill for Christmas. Nothing could have been more inappropriate. I warned him that to be presented with that in front of family and extended family, and for her to be expected to cheer, fawn and cry out with excitement and appreciation, was just NOT going to happen. A four-year-old doesn’t know what a fifty-dollar bill is, or means, of how long it took to earn that amount, or how to even respond. He ignored me, and kept talking, talking, talking about it the night before Christmas morning. I feared the sullen melt-down he’d have in front of all, if/when she didn’t tear up with gratitude. Coward that I am, when the moment came, I caught my daughter’s eye with a pained smile that just screamed, “Act happy, please, please!” anything to keep the peace while my elderly father was there…She caught my meaning, and scraped out a very sweet and polite, “Thank you, Daddy”, as she swiftly maneuvered toward the next gift in the queue. “That’s a fifty dollar bill,” he beamed, still waiting. “A FIFTY! Aren’t you excited?” he prodded, relentlessly, grinning like the deranged. I had forgotten about that “gift” until I read
    your story. “God bless us, every one,” said Tiny Tim. I surely did like that little Dickens kid.


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