Poking the Bear: Growing Up With a Narcissist for a Dad

His face was red, his mouth twisted into an ugly grimace. The wrinkles around his eyes creased, his temples pulsed, his jaw clenched. He seemed almost out of breath.

I know this face, I saw it on my own father. You’re not alone ❤

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