Who knew… as I stacked books and moved desks
That the first day of my career would usher in the very best
Who knew… as I called roll and directed hallway traffic
That this little girl would become my “gotta have it”
Who knew… as I corrected papers and read aloud
That this angel of mine would grow up beautifully
without me
and still manage to make me so proud
Who knew… as we waited and waited and waited that night
That this was a small victory in an invisible fight
Who knew… as we cried separate and distant tears
That we were so far away, yet so very near
Who knew… as the door to room 104 swung open
That the look in our eyes would speak all that was unspoken
Who knew… then what we are learning now
That the love that we share can not be defined
or
explained
It is just to be experienced
Without reservation or hesitation
But with resilience and determination
Dozens of Frequently Asked Questions regarding Pathological Narcissism, relationships with abusive narcissists, and the Narcissistic Personality Disorder.
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