A Narcissist is someone who works very hard to destroy other people's lives. A vampire of sorts. A charming, beautifully likable person who is your best friend, yet unbeknownst, your worst enemy.
No, Narcissists won't disclose they're narcissists. They're not easily spotted by intelligent, normal, average people. Narcissists are cunning and calculating. They lure sympathetic people into their world through staged concern.
They're worried about their children, but fail to speak to them directly. They have a question, only you can answer. They have a problem, only you can solve. They want to help without directly helping; they want you to help, for them instead. It's a ruse. A ploy. A scam. To hurt you or another.
Narcissists are your best worst enemy on their best day.
Yup. Narcissists don't use Google. Nope. They seek your help to solve problems for them. Huh? Confused. Good. Narcissists thrive on confusion.
For even more descriptions, view the blogs listed on the right ====>, written by others who have posted more pages about their Narcissistic Mother experiences.
More later.
Friday, December 26, 2014
Narcissist Christmas Holiday
Christmas is the perfect time of year for Narcissistic Mothers (NM) to ruin your happy, festive, gathering. No, Narcissistic Mothers are incapable of letting anyone experience a normal Christmas.
Not that anyone has a perfect holiday. Or maybe that's just my family, and everyone has the picture perfect Christmas we see in advertisements that blip across screens.
Newp. Not possible in my household. She started with her usual changing of plans EVERY day, that started well before my arrival. The news shifted from "She's coming for Christmas" to "She's not coming for Christmas." She was the center of attention before she arrived. Or didn't arrive.
Whatever. Same old story. T'was a few nights before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a louse. I was spending Christmas with lots of family, and NM was going to arrive in a few days. Christmas Eve I believe, or not, or yes. You get the point it would be the 20th. 21st. 22nd. 23rd. 24th.
Before Narcissistic Mother arrived, she contacted me EVERY DAY since my arrival to tell me I needed to purchase more gifts! Gifts for strangers, to be exact, who were "going to be there."
WTF?
For strangers?
"Because they have purchased gifts for you."
Strangers, had purchased gifts for me? I was okay with that - but, not with the last minute notice from her. So I asked, from where she learned this brand new information? No source. She just knew. Like she is fcuking Santa Clause's helper. Really?
Must. Buy. More. Gifts.
Every Christmas, my Narcissistic Mother would pressure me into buying gifts, gifts and more gifts. This particular year, strangers had purchased gifts for me, so, of course I needed to buy more.
This continued for three days. I stopped responding on day four. I was tired of her asking EVERY DAY if I had purchased a gift for so-and-so.
"For Whom?"
"So and so, the distant neighbor of your uncle from three generations ago who purchased a gift for you. So-and-other-so told me."
"Who are these people again"
"People who bought gifts for you."
Of course, I've never met these people ... and I didn't bring mental stamina to purchase $500 worth of unplanned gifts.
I had already purchased, wrapped and placed under the Christmas tree presents for everyone in the family. Newp. Not enough.
Wait a second. Idea! Could I possibly re-gift a Strangers gift to me? You know, the ole, thanks for the scarf Mr. Stranger. Look-e-that, I purchased the EXACT SAME gift for you! What a coincidence.
Probably wouldn't work, but I was seriously contemplating it. I even though of gifting some plastic Tupperware that arrived from the take-out Chinese food-place. Talk about desperate.
Newp. That might not be such a great idea, so, i tried to think of another plan. There was a cat nearby.
Okay. I was stressed and didn't know what to do. Such drama in my head placed there by Narcissistic mother. Such stress and buildup for lies. Yup. Not true. Not one of the strangers mentioned by my mother saw me over the entire Christmas holiday. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Not one of the strangers for whom she berated me to purchase gifts appeared in town for Christmas. Not. One. Nobody. Zippo. Nada. Fabricated.
WTF.
Of course, she denied ever having instructed me to purchase extra gifts. Denied all contacts with me about what gifts to purchase for whom-strangers. She DENIED everything. I was imagining everything.
Um. It's called technology. And, yes. There's proof. WTF.
Fast forward a few days into her arrival, and all of the alcoholics in the family gather to drink outside, in the heated, unattached garage, out of hearing and sight of the house, leaving two kids (a 3 yr. old and a 6 yr. old) to fend for themselves in a hot kitchen. Yup. kiddies were cooking when I meandered downstairs.
Six adults were drinking in a garage, and not one adult in the house was awake, nor aware, there were kids cooking in the kitchen. As if it's a normal activity: kids dinner cooking on a hot stove. I walked into the kitchen as the 3 yr. old was deftly navigating towards the stove with the nifty slide-a-chair up to the counter-top move. He seemed quite accustomed to this, maybe he's a really good cook - WTF. Still asleep and not thinking straight. Yikes. I stopped that hot mess.
Rewind 60 minutes before I found the kids opening and closing the oven doors.
I had been reading a book with a third child upstairs, when we both noticed the alcoholic Narcissitic Mother sneaking downstairs. Odd behavior, as if she was "playing hide and seek," the child asked. "Or, trying to avoid being heard walking down stairs" I thought. Weird.
Child: "She's mean."
Me: "Who"
Child: "Her"
That was my Narcissistic Mother's ghostly image to which she was pointing. I was speechless. And, continued reading after winking at her and saying, "Stay away from mean people."
Anyhoo, eventually, I wander downstairs into the kitchen to see two kids, cooking. Something hot and bubbly.
Me: "Whatcha doing"
Kids: "Cooking dinner"
WTF.
I looked all over the house for any adult. Just. Wanted one adult, anywhere. Newp. Oh, wait I was an adult. "Stop for a few seconds."
Kids: "We do this all the time."
Me: "really?"
Kids: "All the time."
Me: "Not comfortable with tiny people cooking hot water."
Kids: "We're fine."
Me: "Where's your mother"
Kids: "In the garage"
Me: "Going to get her."
Just like the kids said, I found all 6 of them sitting in a circle, drinking beer in the garage. Asshats.
Me: "Really?"
Me: "You're drinking while your kids are playing "Easy Bake Oven" with a hot boiling stove.
Me: "Nice. really, Nice. NOT NORMAL people. Seriously, party's over NOW."
I'm the youngest of the adults, and these Ass-hats actually hesitated. Boo-fcuking hoo. I was crashing their fucking circle fest.
Reminded me of the neglect experienced during my childhood from a mother who took home plenty of cash in alimony to pay for a nice living in a wealthy town, yet of course, she eventually drank away her spoils.
TRIGGER. I was pissed.
WTF. More later.
Not that anyone has a perfect holiday. Or maybe that's just my family, and everyone has the picture perfect Christmas we see in advertisements that blip across screens.
Newp. Not possible in my household. She started with her usual changing of plans EVERY day, that started well before my arrival. The news shifted from "She's coming for Christmas" to "She's not coming for Christmas." She was the center of attention before she arrived. Or didn't arrive.
Whatever. Same old story. T'was a few nights before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a louse. I was spending Christmas with lots of family, and NM was going to arrive in a few days. Christmas Eve I believe, or not, or yes. You get the point it would be the 20th. 21st. 22nd. 23rd. 24th.
Before Narcissistic Mother arrived, she contacted me EVERY DAY since my arrival to tell me I needed to purchase more gifts! Gifts for strangers, to be exact, who were "going to be there."
WTF?
For strangers?
"Because they have purchased gifts for you."
Strangers, had purchased gifts for me? I was okay with that - but, not with the last minute notice from her. So I asked, from where she learned this brand new information? No source. She just knew. Like she is fcuking Santa Clause's helper. Really?
Must. Buy. More. Gifts.
Every Christmas, my Narcissistic Mother would pressure me into buying gifts, gifts and more gifts. This particular year, strangers had purchased gifts for me, so, of course I needed to buy more.
This continued for three days. I stopped responding on day four. I was tired of her asking EVERY DAY if I had purchased a gift for so-and-so.
"For Whom?"
"So and so, the distant neighbor of your uncle from three generations ago who purchased a gift for you. So-and-other-so told me."
"Who are these people again"
"People who bought gifts for you."
Of course, I've never met these people ... and I didn't bring mental stamina to purchase $500 worth of unplanned gifts.
I had already purchased, wrapped and placed under the Christmas tree presents for everyone in the family. Newp. Not enough.
Wait a second. Idea! Could I possibly re-gift a Strangers gift to me? You know, the ole, thanks for the scarf Mr. Stranger. Look-e-that, I purchased the EXACT SAME gift for you! What a coincidence.
Probably wouldn't work, but I was seriously contemplating it. I even though of gifting some plastic Tupperware that arrived from the take-out Chinese food-place. Talk about desperate.
Newp. That might not be such a great idea, so, i tried to think of another plan. There was a cat nearby.
Okay. I was stressed and didn't know what to do. Such drama in my head placed there by Narcissistic mother. Such stress and buildup for lies. Yup. Not true. Not one of the strangers mentioned by my mother saw me over the entire Christmas holiday. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Not one of the strangers for whom she berated me to purchase gifts appeared in town for Christmas. Not. One. Nobody. Zippo. Nada. Fabricated.
WTF.
Of course, she denied ever having instructed me to purchase extra gifts. Denied all contacts with me about what gifts to purchase for whom-strangers. She DENIED everything. I was imagining everything.
Um. It's called technology. And, yes. There's proof. WTF.
Fast forward a few days into her arrival, and all of the alcoholics in the family gather to drink outside, in the heated, unattached garage, out of hearing and sight of the house, leaving two kids (a 3 yr. old and a 6 yr. old) to fend for themselves in a hot kitchen. Yup. kiddies were cooking when I meandered downstairs.
Six adults were drinking in a garage, and not one adult in the house was awake, nor aware, there were kids cooking in the kitchen. As if it's a normal activity: kids dinner cooking on a hot stove. I walked into the kitchen as the 3 yr. old was deftly navigating towards the stove with the nifty slide-a-chair up to the counter-top move. He seemed quite accustomed to this, maybe he's a really good cook - WTF. Still asleep and not thinking straight. Yikes. I stopped that hot mess.
Rewind 60 minutes before I found the kids opening and closing the oven doors.
I had been reading a book with a third child upstairs, when we both noticed the alcoholic Narcissitic Mother sneaking downstairs. Odd behavior, as if she was "playing hide and seek," the child asked. "Or, trying to avoid being heard walking down stairs" I thought. Weird.
Child: "She's mean."
Me: "Who"
Child: "Her"
That was my Narcissistic Mother's ghostly image to which she was pointing. I was speechless. And, continued reading after winking at her and saying, "Stay away from mean people."
Anyhoo, eventually, I wander downstairs into the kitchen to see two kids, cooking. Something hot and bubbly.
Me: "Whatcha doing"
Kids: "Cooking dinner"
WTF.
I looked all over the house for any adult. Just. Wanted one adult, anywhere. Newp. Oh, wait I was an adult. "Stop for a few seconds."
Kids: "We do this all the time."
Me: "really?"
Kids: "All the time."
Me: "Not comfortable with tiny people cooking hot water."
Kids: "We're fine."
Me: "Where's your mother"
Kids: "In the garage"
Me: "Going to get her."
Just like the kids said, I found all 6 of them sitting in a circle, drinking beer in the garage. Asshats.
Me: "Really?"
Me: "You're drinking while your kids are playing "Easy Bake Oven" with a hot boiling stove.
Me: "Nice. really, Nice. NOT NORMAL people. Seriously, party's over NOW."
I'm the youngest of the adults, and these Ass-hats actually hesitated. Boo-fcuking hoo. I was crashing their fucking circle fest.
Reminded me of the neglect experienced during my childhood from a mother who took home plenty of cash in alimony to pay for a nice living in a wealthy town, yet of course, she eventually drank away her spoils.
TRIGGER. I was pissed.
WTF. More later.
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