Woman’s OBGYN told her she needed her husband’s permission to get her tubes tied…in 2020

They wouldn’t sign off on the procedure without permission from her husband.
— Read on megaphone.upworthy.com/p/obgyn-husband-permission-tubes-tied

Triangulation: The Narcissist’s Best Play | The Psychology of Self

It’s all there , it’s very stark, but no more lies, no more riddle me this BS , no more

target, no more thievery of any sort , the facts for our children and theirs .

Ending this generational , currently epidemic, that affects too many families ..

Todays verdict against Henry Weinstein, is a victory for all, and a huge move

forward to ending this Domestic Abuse that’s upheld by the top.

Gone 🎉👏©️

Peace & Blessings

Doña Luna

Within the vast catalogue of toxic behavior, triangulation is amongst the most well-known. It is very common, especially among narcissistically inclined
— Read on blogs.psychcentral.com/psychology-self/2019/10/triangulation-and-narcissism/

Losing Oneself After Being Married to a Narcissist – Invisible Illness – Medium

Much of her experience rings true , similar traits do show up..

Rejection of myself , our 1st pregnancy , projection of Blame and Shame

only 3 months in a marriage . Horrific birthing support and rape

and trauma and fear , compliance in my awareness that though he was

not happy, nor pleased , what was his was his….and indeed it became worse

and very natural for his exit to salvage himself in all ways 1st . Greed

and power are covenants that prohibit equality , normalcy , partnership

and a healthy foundation for children/grandchildren … Taking anything of

mine, any joy , monies , reputation , foundation etc gives him great joy .

Illness even more so, being his target for over 40 years , a way to get empathy,

sympathy and support from source supply/partner , who made him the man

he is today …peter pan .

#GrowthisOptional

,For as long as I can remember I have never been in control. The significant people in my life have controlled me. I have to take some accountability for this, and I do. But I think I never learned…
— Read on medium.com/invisible-illness/lessons-on-losing-oneself-after-being-married-to-a-narcissist-f8111486dfe0

Period

A must-read. Yes, everyone.

“The dude on Twitter says: “I was having sex with my girlfriend when she started her period, I dumped that bitch immediately.”

Dear nameless dummy on Twitter:

You’re the reason my daughter cried funeral tears when she started her period. The sudden grief all young girls feel after the matriculation from childhood,

And the induction into a reality that they don’t have to negotiate,

You and your disdain for what a woman’s body can do.

Herein begins an anatomy lesson infused with feminist politics

Because I hate you.

There is a thing called the uterus.

It sheds itself every 28 days or so, or in my case every 23 days,

I’ve always been a rule breaker.

That’s the anatomy part of it, I digress.

The feminist politic part, is that women know how to let things go,

How to let a dying thing leave the body,

How to become new, how to regenerate,

How to wax and wane, not unlike the moon and tides,

Both of which influence how you behave, I digress.

Women have vaginas that can speak to each other,

And by this I mean, when we’re with our friends, our sisters, our mothers,

Our menstrual cycles will actually sync the fuck up.

My own cervix is mad influential,

Everybody I love knows how to bleed with me.

Hold on to that, there’s a metaphor in it.

Hold on to that.

But when your mother carried you,

The ocean in her belly is what made you buoyant, made you possible.

You had it under your tongue when you burst through her skin,

Wet and panting from the heat of her body,

The body whose machinery you now mock on social media,

That body, wrapped you in everything that was miraculous about,

And then sung you lullabies laced in platelets,

Without which you wouldn’t have no Twitter account at all motherfucker.

I digress.

See, it’s possible that we know the world better

Because of the blood that visits some of us.

It interrupts our favorite white skirts,

And shows up at dinner parties unannounced,

Blood will do that, period.

It will come when you are not prepared for it;

Blood does that, period.

Blood is the biggest siren, and we understand that blood misbehaves,

It does not wait for a hand signal, or a welcome sign above the door.

And when you deal in blood over and over again like we do,

When it keeps returning to you, well, that makes you a warrior.

And while all good generals know not to discuss battle plans with the enemy,

Let me say this to you, dummy on Twitter;

If there’s any balance in the universe at all,

You’re going to be blessed with daughters.

Blessed.

Etymologically, bless means to make bleed.

See, now it’s a lesson in linguistics.

In other words, blood speaks, that’s the message, stay with me.

See, your daughters will teach you what all men must one day come to know, That women, made of moonlight magic and macabre,

Will make you know the blood.

We’re going to get it all over the sheets and car seats,

We’re going to do that.

We’re going to introduce you to our insides, period

And if you are as unprepared as we sometimes are,

It will get all over you and leave a forever stain.

So to my daughter:

Should any fool mishandle that wild geography of your body,

How it rides a red running current like any good wolf or witch,

Well then just bleed, boo.

Get that blood a biblical name, something of stone and mortar.

Name it after Eve’s first rebellion in that garden,

Name it after the last little girl to have her genitals mutilated in Kinshasa,

That was this morning.

Give it as many syllables as there are unreported rape cases.

Name the blood something holy,

Something mighty, something unlanguageable,

Something in hieroglyphs,

Something that sounds like the end of the world.

Name it for the war between your legs,

And for the women who will not be nameless here.

Just bleed anyhow,

Spill your impossible scripture all over the good furniture.

Bleed and bleed and bleed on everything he loves,

Period.

~ Dominique Christina, ‘The Period Poem’

http://www.dominiquechristina.com

Art by Helen Claira Burt

IG: @hellies.goddesses

http://www.helenclaira.redbubble.com

12 warning signs you’re in a toxic friendship | Considerable

Non gender specific …

12 warning signs you’re in a toxic friendship | Considerable
— Read on www.considerable.com/life/people/12-warning-signs-youre-in-a-toxic-friendship/

Southern ☦️ Cross, a consciousness in life transition written by Stephen Stills

As a group , Crosby, Stills , Nash and Young , were and still are my

number #1, as I follow their out out individually , I am still in awe.

All these years of love, of taking eldest Ivey to witness their unique

music , and an unintentional 2nd hand high in my 13 year old .

Who had no idea , and I don’t recall grasping it until he requested

a drink …his voice betraying his state of being as suddenly I was

alert to the odor behind us…I politely , but with force , explained my

desire for them to enjoy their concert , but not at the expense of my son.

Their concert , bar none was the very best I have ever seen , our seats were

perfect.

I was none the less gifted with the news within these comments of Stephen

Stills state of mind , and life breakdown/breakthroughs , as he healed in this

unique place on earth that shall go on my bucket list .

I am very grateful today for the safety of 2 gals and the enrichment of family

as a result of safety , liberation, and spiritual determination.. very humbled

and proud of and for them as the teachings guide me as well …

1 awaits , the timing , the funds , to run away from home, towards sanity

healing abuses of far too many years …love bunnies 🐰, each one advantaged,

over powered , and lesson learned , each is leaping towards their higher divined

future 🙏💗💕♥️❤️😘🥰🌈☮️

I am grateful for the bare roots effort that is my blog and my effort , and

a new follower as of today .. many of my followers are from other countries

which pleases me , greatly .

Her poem caught my attention ,

oh i lack the strength

of loving anything that will last

less than forever

srljan

Totally concur , as the music 🎶 and words expand a conscious male’s expression

of transitions that a divine wake up call, and I cannot imagine a more divine

experience than that of the Southern Crosss👍🏼❤️🎁

©️

Blessings & Peace ,

Doña Luna

Crosby, Stills, & Nash

www.youtube.com/watch