Gypsy Rose Blanchard Quotes

I wish I had saved the letter to share, but basically Nick said I was committing adultery. That he had taken my virginity (which he didn’t) and by God’s law, we were married. The letter was reminiscent of his dominant role that he was obsessed with playing out when we had our internet relationship. His attempt to control me and humiliate me as his submissive for his own deviant sexual pleasure had gotten old. Only because I was in a healthy relationship with

Those parts of myself I have yet to meet. And when I do, I think it will strengthen my self-worth because I’m looking to myself for validation and not the acceptance and love of others.

I believe that even if we do have a strong identity, it can change over time, so there’s always work to be done.

Narcissists prey on insecure people. Validation and love become mechanisms for control, and later, as with most childhood grooming, validation- and love-seeking patterns learned from childhood seep into adult relationships, and not just romantic ones.

Writing a memoir wasn’t my idea; it was y’alls.

. I did kiss a couple girls and became a pillow princess, four times.

sometimes reading back your thoughts, especially from a younger age, can be cringey. But it’s that cringe that gets you to the good. I feel like if you recognize it as cringe, it’s a pretty strong indication you are healing or growing or both.

My mother had been betrayed growing up, she had betrayed me as I grew up, and then I betrayed my mother in the ultimate way.

Parents out there: if bribing your child with new baby dolls or Tiny Tykes starts losing effectiveness, you could always try telling your child that you are a powerful witch.

Me and Miss Kitty.

(I have very nice boobs).

A career in advocacy. In awareness. In positive change. My nightmares are being replaced with aspirational daydreams of starting my own organization, spreading knowledge and awareness about Munchausen by proxy, and mentoring others who have experienced trauma and abuse.

I’d like to think of this endeavor as a rewrite of a misinformed story you’ve been told, like the Taylor’s Version rerecordings. I’m no Taylor Swift, but if this ebook were an album, I’d title it Gypsy’s Version—the only version that should be told—raw, revealing, and in rhythm with the real me.

When I first got here, I joined a clique and I tried to be one of the mean girls. I took on a new nickname—Jersey—because I acted like my shit don’t stink. Melissa: Wait, like New Jersey, like you were a tough girl from the Jersey Shore show or the housewife show? Gypsy: Yeah, exactly! [giggling] With the mean girl / Jersey persona, I had to make fun of people or be like, “Oh my God, did you see what she was doing in the canteen?

he just made me laugh. Ryan always says a way to a woman’s heart is through laughter, and I totally agree. We laugh so much all the time; I just love it.

I feel like I have been put through a lot of storms, and yet I am still not broken. I am not a broken person. I am worthy of being loved; I never had that self-worth before. I am not damaged; I am safe.

Being a people-pleaser requires you to submit a part of yourself to the person you aim to please. You give up your own needs and desires, and put the person’s interests in front of your own. In return you expect a payment in the form of validation and acceptance. This kind of currency is dangerous because the cost is you.

When you’re groomed to believe you’re not worthy of love or even of “like,” you tend to lose yourself to people-pleasing. Narcissists prey on insecure people. Validation and love become mechanisms for control, and later, as with most childhood grooming, validation- and love-seeking patterns learned from childhood seep into adult relationships, and not just romantic ones.

The spell my mother said she was conjuring with that cow’s tongue had two intentions: to cleanse my sinful soul, and to cast upon me a lifelong curse. Gypsy shall never find happiness; she shall never be free.

I’m no Taylor Swift, but if this ebook were an album, I’d title it Gypsy’s Version

The notoriety added a dimension to her disease. Yes, the Munchausen by proxy was the most dangerous part of the abuse, but it also acted as a backstage pass to my mother’s internal cinematic show. Whatever that movie in her mind was, I wasn’t the star of it. When the press arrived, she’d be doing all of the talking, while I numbly waited for my cue. Like a stage mother, Beauty Queen Dee Dee fed me my lines: “It’s a dream come true,” “This makes me so happy,” “My mom is my best friend.” Through me and through the script we memorized, Dee Dee could achieve some level of the fame she had long desired.

I’d like to think of this endeavor as a rewrite of a misinformed story you’ve been told, like the Taylor’s Version rerecordings. I’m no Taylor Swift, but if this ebook were an album, I’d title it Gypsy’s Version—

Faith is having a feeling that you are safe. And that what is making you safe has the power to see you through anything. It’s kind of like you are in the palm of God’s hand. You can go through a hurricane, you can go through a tornado—any kind of storm—but God has you in the palm of his hand and he won’t let anything happen to you. You are safe. That is faith to me. I feel like I have been put through a lot of storms, and yet I am still not broken. I am not a broken person. I am worthy of being loved; I never had that self-worth before. I am not damaged; I am safe.

I do believe people can change some things with age and wisdom. I mean, I’m definitely not the same person I was twelve years ago. There is growth and change over a lifetime.