I began my
blog on Mother’s Day two years ago, and marked the annual merchandizing love fest with the post The Malignant Narcissist Mother is Callous and Selfish, followed
by The Malignant Narcissist Mother is Grandiose and Indifferent. Yes, the date
I launched my blog was intentional. House of Mirrors is like one giant “fuck you” greeting
card to the evil Malignant Narcissist Mothers of the world. Hallmark just never seemed to have what I was
looking for.
So it is on
the holy-day of Mothers that I celebrate my irreverent exposé of the cruel woman who birthed me and then systematically
tried to destroy me. Cheers to two years
of unmasking the nasty MN bitch and others like her!
23 years ago
I went no contact with my malignant narcissist mother, so all this Mother’s Day
propaganda doesn’t register with me. The bitch has been out of my life longer
than she was in it. I just don’t care. However, it IS my blogoversary and I
noticed recently that a lot of people have found their way to HOM by consulting
the Google Oracle on such topics as “seeing narcissist mom on mother’s day” and
“how to avoid narcissistic mother on mother’s day” so I figured I would write a
post.
My first
thought was to write the post in the form of a letter to MN mother, but then I
thought “nah” that’s way too personal. Letters
are a form of communication and I don’t want to communicate with her in any way
ever again, and besides, I have nothing more to say to her. She knows that I know
that her only goal as a “mother” was to systematically destroy me, and instill
in me the belief that I have no right to live. She also knows that I hate her
guts, and that I think she’s a malignant narcissist and a cunt. What else is
there to say?
“Betty, you malignant narcissist cunt, I hope
you rot in hell!”
Those were
my last words to her. She knows where she stands. That’s as good as it gets as
far as closure goes with a MN parent. I
have never regretted going no contact and I have never regretted letting her
know what I think of her. By the way,
going no contact with MN mother was not instigated by some great revelation. I was at a geographic distance from her for
many years and when I went to visit her one Christmas I found her crazier and
meaner than the last time I saw her. Common sense dictated that the bitch was never
going to change and that she would continue to be a danger to me so I needed to
stay the hell away from her. It wasn’t
complicated. I treated MN “mother” as I would any bully that was hell bent on
harming me – I wanted nothing to do with her.
Staying the
fuck away from my malignant narcissist mother has never been a dilemma for me,
probably because I have never viewed her as a “mother.” Yes, the bitch gave birth
to me, someone had to, but she never earned the title of “mother” in my eyes. I was never remotely connected to her and
never bonded with her in any way. I
always saw her for what she was: a malicious, sadistic witch who got off on
hurting me and tried to psychologically murder me. I suppose I should consider
myself lucky in that regard; that I had the good sense to separate the title “Mother”
that society blindly adorned her with, to her actual behavior as a dangerous
predator. Call me unsentimental, but the
bitch is just another malignant narcissist to me. And after two decades of no
contact, she doesn't even make it on my list of top three most hated MNs. Those
slots are filled by other MNs whose heads I would love to see bashed-in, including
malignant narcissist sister.
Speaking of malignant
narcissist sister, it was through her MN franken daughter ways that I received
proof positive that my choice to go no contact with that vile woman known as my
“mother” was without a doubt, the right one. After 17 years of complete no
contact with MN mother and MN sister, I made the mistake of contacting MN
sister. My thinking was that maybe she had changed and become normal. Fat
chance. MN sister was even more deranged and corrupt than ever. Indeed she was
simply channeling MN mother. So what happened in the brief time span of me
communicating with MN sister? MN mother got MN sister to send me a message. After
17 years without access to me, MN mother got MN sister to send me an email
saying that I had no right to live.
“You have no
right to live!” That was Malignant Narcissist Mother's Mantra to me. And 17 years earlier, during our final
conversation before I went no contact, that’s exactly what she was continuing
to drill into my head – “You have no right to exist!” Jesus. Is it any wonder I stayed the hell away from that vile bitch? I am now at the age she was when she really ramped-up her abuse, and regardless of my understanding of malignant narcissism, I will never be able to fathom how someone can be so mentally deranged and not be locked-up in an insane asylum. Malignant narcissists are dangerous and crazy, and evil and they really do get worse with age.
So yeah, I
think my mother is a cunt and I know she is a malignant narcissist and my blog
is a testament to what a failure she and other mutants like her are as human beings.
I won’t even give the bitch credit for being a failure as a mother. Her label is CHILD ABUSER/ADULT CHILD ABUSER at which she excels. The sick twisted bitch gets off on humiliating, degrading and terrorizing her own child.
As far as my MN mother goes... dumb cunt pushed
her luck. She fucked with the wrong person. She underestimated me. THIS is her legacy. She will go down in history
as the vile sack of shit that she is – A MALIGNANT NARCISSIST. We need to recognize every malignant narcissist without prejudice. That is to say, we must be able to accept that they are ALL dangerous, regardless of their relationship to us. Once we can grasp that concept, we will not be enslaved by bullshit "family" shackles.
In other words, fuck the DNA relationship! Get out now!