I thought I would compose this little ditty for you all to sing in order to imbue a sense of festive cheer as we approach Christmas.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my narcissist gave to me
Twelve reasons why I am useless,
Eleven days of silence
Ten shifts of blame
Nine affairs so far
Eight different excuses
Seven times of gas lighting
Six temper tantrums
Five golden periods
Four frenzied hoovers
Three people in this marriage
Two black eyes
And a massive case of PTSD