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I hope that you have let go of any left-over bitterness, sadness, anger towards your Mom. Sadly, from the sounds of it she did not.
I have a narcissist sister. I didn't connect the dots that this was what was wrong with her until recently. I am just learning ............all these years wondering why she had such a problem with me. I seem to be her favorite scapegoat. Such a waste, always wondering why she hated me and now realizing she just has a mental disorder. Kind of freeing in a way.
When I started this blog I was holed up in my bedroom and my mother locked herself up in hers. We did not speak for weeks and thats when I decided to research on my computer if I was the only one with such a nasty mother and what I found out was that my mother was a Narrsist. The most comforting feeling I got when I started to read some of the responses was that I wasn't alone, there for......You are not alone!
I knew someday the torment would end, but how and how would I feel if she died before me, because that is the only way this could end, one of us had to die.
Well, my fellow friends, she finally died last November 8th 2016 at 1:45 PM. On election day. She didn't want Trump to win, but she never saw the results.
My Mother always wanted to die in her home. No Nursing Home. She was told many times by her Doctors she should go into a Nursing Home, but she would not hear of it. She got her wish.
She also wanted live by herself. Remember folks I quit my job and flew home to help her because she was constantly barraging me on the phone how she can't do for herself, which I found later to be nothing but lies. She drove her car, went to Church, shopped, got her hair done and did many other errands. But she manipulated me into believing she was helpless and needed me. And I quit my high paying job and left the warm climate. (Shoot me). LOL
Once I arrived in Chicago three and a half years ago and tried to live with her, it was nothing but h*ll, to a point were I had to leave the house for the day and sometimes I would make myself busy by spending a lot of time at the Library. I would come home late and she never knew what I was doing. She was furrious that I did not share with her what I was doing or were I was going. She berated me daily. She became extremly verbally abusive, so nothing changed, except it got worse. She now wanted me to move out. I was making plans to rearrange my life again. Last summer 2016 I met a wonderful man and I began to see him more and more, which gave me the opportunity to leave the house more and more. I began to come home less and less and she was not happy that I was gone all the time. I did not tell her I had a boyfriend instead I let her believe I had a job 100 miles away. Mind you, Im a senior and retired. I would come once a week for couple days to help her. That only lasted 2 times. She said to me not to come back sooner then a month. I told her: "You got it Lady."
By October she was mostly alone. Thats what she wanted, but little did I know that she was seething and was making plans to lock me out totally. I had all my personal belongings in her place and she was determine to make her point. I even had to tell her if she locked me out I would make sure I would see her in court. And so it went.
The last time I talked to my mother was October 31, 2016, she called me and stated that she did not know if she could take it anymore regarding her health. I responded by asking her if she needed anything and her reply was: "You can't do anything" and then she hung up.
I waited couple days and called her to see how she was, no answer. I called a few more times during the week and again, no answer. Now its Nov. 5th and she has not returned any of my calls. I left several vm. Nothing. I started to make plans to go into Chicago on Nov. 8th to vote and I figured at that time I will pay my mother a visit. First, I went to a store and bought her a nice robe, then I went to vote, which was about 1:00 PM. I then proceeded to visit Mommy Dearest.
I got out of my car and looked up to her windows on the second floor and for some reason I felt weird. I went up the elevator to our 3rd floor and went to unit 304 and to my amazement to door was unlocked. I proceeded into the Condo. No TV, no sound. I said out loud "Mom". Then I go directly into the Kitchen and I noticed many dishes and they were dirty, plus the counter was in disorder. I put my stuff down on the table and I started to get an erie feeling. I slowly went into the bedroom and saw nothing, but I saw a light in the bathroom around the corner from her bedroom. I slowly started to go towards the bathroom and there she was on the floor....DEAD.
I will spear all of you the details what I saw, but I will never forget the sight. There were so many emotions going thru me. I knew one day I may find her dead, did not know when or how, but once this really occurs, you really have to get a grip of yourself and accept the finality.
She wanted to be alone and she got her wish. She died alone. Im not sure if she called for me or what her thoughts were in her last moments. All I know she tried to prep her head up with area carpets and towels and I also found several rings taken off and thrown towards the door, I can only assume she could not get up by herself and her wrist buzzer to call for help was 2 feet away from her. She was stubburn and never wanted to wear that life saver. I don't know if she suffered or how long she was dead, all I know she got what she wanted. She wanted to die at home and she wanted to live alone. The sad part is, that I really don't think she really wanted to be alone, but her pride and her need to control others made everyone who cared for her distance themself from her. Live by sword, die by the sword.
My over all feeling the moment I found my mother dead was RELIEF and I was shaking like a leaf. Everyday that goes by and its now about 6 months I feel at peace. No more degradation, no more irrate fits. No more shouting. No more tears. There are moments that I still get angry that she wasted so much time by being nasty and did not take the opportunity to spend quality time with me. Only one daughter, go figure. She was so bitter inside about her life and yet while I was going thru her stuff recently, I found journals where she wrote her inner feelings. She was lonely and felt very angry towards me. Why? Because she felt I wasn't giving her enough attention. This is odd, isn't it folks? But that is what a Narrsist wants, more attention, even if its right in front of them, but for some reason its so misplaced.
I inherited everything she had. The house, money, jewerly, art collection and furniture. And yet, while she was alive she constantly accused me of stealing from her. How ironic.
I gave her the Funeral she wanted, I didn't creamate her. She feared I would do it and yet there was no instructions. But what I did do was I buried her with a pack of cigaretts and a lighter. Her smoking inside the home was one of our biggest arguments. So when she was alive I told her that I was going to bury her with her cigarettes. She only looked at me and had a gaze of wonder if I really would do it. Well, I did. It gave me pleasure.
So now we are here today, 6 months after her death. I still feel relief and at peace. Im in such a good place in my life, no regrets. Once in a while I think about her, how she wasted time and thats where I know I did the best I could and its not my fault "Mommy Dearest" that you wasted our life being bitter.
We only have this life to live and we only have a one shot deal. I believe that you make your life what you want it to be, you can either fall and never get up or you can fall, pick yourself up and move forward and believe that Life is Great and make the best of what you have. You are not responsible for others, you are only responsible for yourself........and there we go "the self", which is the Narrsist in us all. How ironic and crazy is that? Funny! But there is a difference, you must always weigh out what is or isn't normal.
So my friends, this has been a long journey for myself and many of you as well. Each and everyone on this blog I hope has had the opportunity to be heard and you were able to unload. I knlow I did my share. lol
I wish all of you all the best and please continue sharing your stories. I will be peaking in.
Sincerely,
Gina/Eugenie (aka midwest)
Her aging has sadly made this even worse, she's got these mean ideas about me that she loves to share with everyone that are somewhere between unfair and truly bizarre. I show up to visit with a carry on suitcase and a purse and I stow everything down to my coat and shoes in an unused bathroom. I mean everything down to my wedding ring goes into this tiny little space when I'm here. I feel like I couldn't be smaller if I put *myself* into the suitcase. And then she tells me she can't have the maid come because of "your mess all over the house". As it's always been, when I ask a question like "what mess do you mean" or "where would you like me to put my things", she just flaps her hands and makes a face like I'm the stupidest, ugliest and most disappointing person on earth, or maybe snarls, "you know exactly what I mean". It used to just be upsetting but now there's the added issue of wondering if she's losing her mind. Does she just need a scapegoat, or is she actually imagining clutter that doesn't exist?
It has gotten easier now that there are some babies in the mix. They can be the center of attention for a while. They are a lot better at it.
So many of these behavioral health issues overlap and the web of tangles is so distorted it is difficult to understand what is happening.
I made a lifetime trying to sort out and identify what my parents had - and my siblings - and me ....in the end I had to have compassion for all and understand that sometimes there is no point to peeling the onion on the behalf of understanding dysfunction in others...rather, I have to introspect myself and ask how I want to conduct and govern my life when confronted with or enduring such people. I had to learn to reparent myself and find meaning and purpose.
Sounds all well and good, but it is not so simple. I had to decide that I am the only one who can give myself serenity and it will not be easy to unlearn the damage done to me. But it is necessary and it is a gift to myself. A gift I was not given at birth.
It is an ongoing process that was terrifying at first. But I now understand that I do not have to live how they do. I have a choice. I have many. This life is my story, too. Actually, forget their dysfunction...it is my life and I have to learn to live it despite their opinions and influence. The bottom line for me is, not what is wrong with them, but what is right for me...and further, does it matter what is wrong with them? I think the most important thing to remember is to ask onesself: are these people healthy for me. If I cannot live among them, what are my options? Can I change my perspective in the meantime while I navigate these tough waters? Is it too devastating and I must flee right now? Can I?
The damage by a Narc. etc can be pretty awful for sure. But recovery from the effects can be beautiful when you can take it on. Do the work. You have support here.
I'm a 59 yr. old nurse, was married 30 years, divorced due to his severe depression, remarried 10 years ago. My mother (now 93 with Alzheimer's in memory care) was narcissistic all my life. I was an "oops" and they divorced 5 years later. Both had alcohol problems (father full blown alkie and mother a binge drinker). Mother had a total of 4 husbands. Always thought of herself first and always had the best of everything (clothes, jewelry, shoes, etc.) She grew up in a Sweedish household so forget any physical contact (hugs/kisses).
The funny thing is that I never thought about "telling" her how she was. It was just how she was.
From your daughter's perspective, it's hard to be cozy, cuddly or even tolerate a mother who could have just as well not been bothered with you.
My advise; have a friend of yours, a neighbor or anyone you have a good relationship with fill that roll. Do you really want someone making decisions for you when you're confused or dying that you know doesn't like you? Have you asked her how SHE feels about it? Have you ever had a discussion about why she thought you were cold and narcissistic? Maybe the time should be now. Ever considered going to counseling together? Or is there too much water under the bridge? I really wanted to be close to my mom growing up but she pushed me away (from a hug) when I was 5 saying,"No, you'll muss my hair!" That spoke volumes!
So, I gave it my all when I had my son (being mom AND dad, due to his depression). Son is 27 and won't contact me. He suffers from anxiety but can pick up the phone when he runs out of money.
Sheesh, can't win either way.
Well, God loves me and we'll be together for eternity, so that kinda' lessens the hurt of this crappy existence.
I read of that elderly woman who lived on cruise ships, too. An interesting life, but once she was unable to do it anymore, I hope she didn't expect her children to be her caregivers after she'd blown all of her money on cruises!
You're Not Crazy--It's Your Mother. The author also has a great email list you can sign up for--her email messages are really informative and comforting. She is so spot on, it's scary.
My other brother is her direct caregiver--her piece of property, her flying monkey the one who does her bidding.
I am the rebel she can't control and that is why she places all of her venom on me.
Sometimes I feel guilty for not spending more time with her. Then I realize that she made her lonely bed by pushing everyone away during her lifetime. I am not required to lie in that bed she made. Sometimes she complains that she never gets out, but usually says she doesn't feel like it when I ask her. It is a bit of a game she plays -- refusing to do things, then blaming me for not doing things with her. She won't remember that I offered to do things. I don't know if this is the dementia forgetting, or if she just doesn't accept things that go against her being blameless. Being blameless is very important to her.
Jessie... What does your mother 'do' when you're not around?
I don't know if I feel guilt as much as I feel anger and defensiveness. It is like my mother wants to remove my ability to tell her no, and I feel wrong having to defend myself against her. She really needs a slave instead of a daughter. Or better yet, she needs some compassion and empathy instead of the false persona she tries to project. Her life could have been a lot more, but she spent it concentrating on herself and meeting her need at the moment. I don't want my life to be like that.
I guess what I need to do is write a book... if for no one else, then to work out some of my own thoughts.
Jessie - the guilt you are feeling is false guilt created by not living up to your mother's unrealistic, sick, narcissistic expectations, You are doing nothing wrong to or for her, and many things right for her but she enjoys making you feel guilty as then she is "in control".
Neither of you will ever do enough for your mothers. They are playing their narcissistic games and you will never win as long as you engage with them. The only way you win is by refusing to engage, and that is extremely difficult, if not impossible, as long as you live with them. There is too much history.
heart - how do you accept that they will never be the mother you need? Look at reality, and feel the pain. When you accept the reality, which is obvious to many, you will feel the pain big time,- but then eventually it will fade. As things are now you feel pain daily but never move past it..