Will my worst fear come true? In November 2025, my mother died in real life. As a malignant narcissist, she inspired my first horror story: Napkins.
But in real life, I was the abused younger sister. I was the child with misophonia who plotted murder at the perfectly polite dining table.
Now that she’s dead, I’m scared.
So I’ve saged and salted my home. I’m blackstitching a protection charm to ward off any spiteful spirit. I already have a rose in my garden to commemorate her sharp thorny words and blows.
I don’t need condolences. I need positive protective energy, if you feel like sending any my way.
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