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“Would You Like a Smear with That Sh*t Sandwich?”
— And not the tasty cream cheese that goes on a bagel
It is the narcissist’s potent weapon and part of their blame-shifting arsenal.
June 16th. My husband and I sat side by side on a sailboat with a complimentary bottle of Portuguese wine and the wind at our backs as our boatman pointed out the historical sights in romantic Lisbon. There was a storm coming in, but we made it back to shore in time to enjoy an Italian dinner that included our favorite shared dessert, tiramisu with two spoons please. Twilight descended as we climbed cobblestone streets that curved around tiled mosaic walls and sidewalks in the city of seven hills. We stopped for a nightcap cherry cordial called ginjinha served in a tiny edible chocolate cup before we finally arrived at our Airbnb and cozied up in the bed with the windows open to feel the cool night breeze. It was our last night in Europe before heading home after a nearly three-week vacation that included Paris, Berlin, and Amsterdam. Both of us teachers with the plenty of time off, I looked forward to the remainder of the summer at home with lazy days and long walks and ice-cold watermelon with one bowl and two forks shared over Netflix or HBO.
