My Bad

I haven’t been writing much. Mostly because there is peace. That and no time. Vacationing is exhausting.

Stepdaughter has has been with us for 19 days consecutively without much interruption from her mother. There has been some contact. Since her phone was shut off she has no way to harass the child. It’s kind of heaven.

Stepdaughter and I were in the car yesterday and a song came on the radio. She told me that she and her mom heard this song one morning on the way to school and her mom said how much she loves the song. She and stepdaughter got into a disagreement about who the singer was. Stepdaughter was adamant, so was her mother. It turned out stepdaughter was right. She showed her mother the proof. After this pretty strong disagreement, her mom reply? Oh, my bad.

My bad. That’s not an apology. It’s not.  My bad. I know she’s telling the truth because we’ve heard the exact same words from stepdaughter’s mother as well, when she realizes she’s being called out on something that she wrong about. My bad.

Saying “my bad” is a cop out. it’s avoiding actually admitting fault. You were wrong. Say it. Admit it. Own it. Or she was right. That’s fine too. Either one works. My bad doesn’t work.

The narcissist will not admit fault. They will not truly and sincerely apologize. They will never ever own their mistakes. Ever. They just say “my bad” very flippantly and move on with their lives being perfect and right…at least in their own minds.