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Another 4,000 words written today”…… Wonder how many of them are “me” …….?
I see the past trauma narrative is back yet again. It’s never far away, is it? Neither is it ever really convincingly explained. Could said trauma be attributed to:
Being cheated on by a woman who tried to subsume your entire life?
Oh no, Liz caused that trauma to another woman, didn’t she?
Being cheated on by a woman you thought was a supportive friend, and whom you invited to your wedding?
Oh no, Liz caused that trauma to another woman, didn’t she?
Being cheated on by a woman who left her trophy hairbrush in your bedroom for you to find?
Oh no, Liz caused that trauma to another woman, didn’t she?
Being cheated on by a woman who posted a picture of your partner’s jacket on her stairs for you and all the world to see, especially after it was published on MailOnline?
Oh no, Liz caused that trauma to another woman, didn’t she?
For any new Tattlers, the above involved 4 DIFFERENT women, whose husbands/partners Liz thought were hers for the taking, mostly while she was herself married. Not excusing the men, here, btw, but LF has a definite pattern of predatory conduct which has caused trauma to several women.
Or, how about being strapped to the back of a bike as a toddler, while your screaming banshee of a mother cycles manically round various locations looking for your drunken father, who wants to finish the relationship but is not ‘allowed’ to?
Oh no, Liz caused that trauma, didn’t she?
Or suddenly finding your mother – still married to your father – was pregnant by another man and was leaving the country to go and live with him in Italy, rather than stay and support you through your later school years, including GCSEs and A Levels?
Oh no, Liz caused that trauma – to her 3 older children, didn’t she?
Or being named and shamed in a one-sided and inaccurate book written about you and how everything in the world was your fault due to the fact that you were an alcoholic?
Oh no, Liz caused that trauma – to the father of one of her children, didn’t she?
Or, being denied contact with your father for nearly 2 years because your mother was so consumed with rage that he had chosen to leave the toxic relationship for the sake of all involved, and spent her every waking hour trying to punish him?
Oh no, Liz caused that trauma – to her own child, didn’t she?
Or being confronted by Liz in the street in your home town, as a current or former partner of one of the many men Liz had involved herself with and not knowing what sort of scene Liz was going to make in public?
Oh no, Liz caused that trauma – to women who happened to be in a relationship with somebody Liz wanted to destroy, didn’t she?
The above is a list of shocking conduct, from this utterly self-absorbed narcissist, and there are many other instances that most of us on here know about.
I think on balance Liz Fraser has been the cause of MUCH MORE trauma to others, particularly women and her own children - but also men she has been involved with – in the past decade or more, than has EVER come her way. No evidence of anything traumatic in recent years other than the predictable fallout from her ill-advised pursuit of an unsuitable, married alcoholic.
As we’ve said on here often, Liz does present as having had trauma in her background (she doesn’t seem capable of working, nor concentrating on anything other than herself, appears to have few – if any – meaningful friendships etc), but it’s more than likely she needs to go back to her childhood/adolescence to find the genesis of her serious MH issues. Instead, she seems to view her childhood through the photos she finds when spending hours in the hoarder parents’ attic – all frolicking in the Alps in her cord flares, the holidaying in the sunshine in Nice in home-made cotton dresses, running on the track while chisel-jawed mother coached the teens. She tries endlessly to re-create what she sees in the photos (Europe, running, Europe, running, Europe), which I find extremely odd. Most of us have childhood memories, and we don’t necessarily need to re-create them from ancient photographs found in the attic. (Most of us are too busy getting on with life to spend hours in a hoarder attic searching for photos to prove to ourselves that our childhood was idyllic!)
