My Father Hated Me

I Survived My Narcissistic Father

A guest post written by Marie-Louise Speirs

As we walked into the hospice, a nurse recognised me and quietly led us down the corridor to a room with the door slightly ajar. Without speaking, she gently pushed the door open and motioned for us to enter the semi-darkened room. My daughter and granddaughter hadn’t been to visit before so were understandably cautious and unsure of what to expect behind that door, but I knew from previous visits where I wanted to be. I quietly pulled a chair up to the side of the bed and motioned for my…