My mother is a rotten cunt, a narcissist sociopath, a liar.
She’s typically thriving when getting away with lighting the family dog on fire, planting cameras in my room- watching me masturbate, covering up my psychic abilities, controlling finances, or destroying everything in the vicinity.
A narcissist feels no empathy, trapped to a world of subconscious anger due to repressed emotions toward the primary object (mother), and its unfortunate to have one for a mother. She found a codependent, my father, somebody weak, and leached into the family system. A narcissist requires a cloak, a mask, SOMEBODY to help hide. Camouflage.
Imagine being told you’re a gifted child, graduating law school with stellar grades, taking decent jobs, only to marry a sociopath and throwing your family’s future down the drain?
Ask my father how he’s handling the situation.
The worst part of confronting narcissism is how nobody will believe you, and even if they do, they’ll be too fucking weak and pathetic to actually help you, preferring the comfortable bosom of the vile narcissist.
Staying married to a narcissist is constant ass covering: rehabs, child behavioral problems, lack of identity, lack of self esteem, and creating excuses and compensations to ever address the REAL CAUSE of your crumbling children, your crumbling castle.
THE REAL CAUSE, THE NARCISSIST.
My life is pointing at somebody going “LOOK, THE MONSTER”, and getting the pitchfork in return.
The main reason: it’s difficult for my family members, particularly my siblings?
How can you confront Mom when Dad was always the “bad guy”.
A narcissist needs… REQUIRES a weak co-dependant partner… somebody they can emotionally manipulate…even creating an Oedipal Complex amongst the children, turning the children against the opposite sex parent through mind games and manipulation. Preferring the same sex parent, maybe even sexually.
It’s impossible to rule out emotional incest, how the parent utilizes the child for emotional satisfaction — a younger, easier shaped replacement for the spouse.
My father, an emotionally weak and fragile individual, was perfect for the undertaking. My siblings and I grew up attending therapy, complaining about the maltreatment from my father, the verbal abuse, anger tantrums, even physical abuse.
And although the behavior appears narcissistic, we’re actually dealing with a CO-NARCISSIST, the personality who defends and upholds the reality of the narcissist, by any means necessary.
The co-narcissist is well-aware of their narcissistic partner, but it’s the love language they KNOW. It’s their PROGRAMMING — their world.
You have to be careful pulling people from THE MATRIX.
How do I know?
The response to confronting narcissism is a weaponized reaction from the narcissist and co-narcissist.
My father called me crazy, delusional, told me I needed medications, doctors… that I was insane and needed help.
My brother called the police twice during two verbal disputes, illegally hospitalized me, and attempted a Protection From Abuse from the courts.
Why?
Because I verbally confronted my substance-abusing brother who crashed multiple cars, injuring bystanders– who collapsed into a pharmaceutical relapse due to his toxic relationship.
Each time, the police let me go, or even asked if I wanted to press charges when hospitalized…. an ordeal I refused because I didn’t need my brother arrested and taken back home. My brother and his wife decided to live from his car after intentionally starting fights at 3:00 AM, doing construction in his room to cause noise, to start fights he would end by calling the police.
I was finishing my last year of felony probation, five years, originally facing 10-14 years in prison for manufacturing/distribution of MDMA charges….
He was well aware.
The lengthy sentence was dropped due to lawyers and technicalities during the investigation… I’ll touch on this later.
Many YEARS were spent confronting narcissism, to no avail, fighting with each member of my family in the process – or being avoided entirely.
My mother and I were all ready fighting constantly, so the nudge in modern psychoanalysis was all I needed to see clearly, to reach the revelation my mother was a narcissist sociopath.
However, the process was more difficult for my siblings and father, who cowered at the opportunity to hold my mother responsible.
Covid was the eye opening experience… that my father wasn’t the real patriarch of the family, and that somebody else was pulling the strings.
Dilapidated fences and runaway dogs was the initial start….
Night after night, morning after morning, day after day… my dogs were placed outside without leashes onto a property with a dilaptiating fence.
Everyday the dogs escaped, and everyday there was no solution.
I was currently in the peak of my therapy, coming off medications, and financially dependent — making it difficult to initiate any response, and almost waiting on my parents to “do the right thing”.
They never did, continuing to allow the dogs onto the back property with no containment, causing the dogs to escape, to dash onto busy Providence Road, to cut themselves, and eventually injure their joints and ligaments.
MULTIPLE veterinary trips to assist dislocated joints in MULTIPLE dogs, a result of diving underneath a half broken fence while chasing animals.
How about when the dogs needed veterinary assistance? For instance, when my dog was trembling in his own urine, an injured joint – totally immobilizing.
My mom left him in the urine, saying he must’ve gotten “wet outside”.
I still have videos of my dogs whimpering, limping, and covered in scrapes….
Not to be confused with the scars my mother intentionally inflicted on the animals, primarily using her nails and lighters.
My parents did nothing while I attempted to scrounge money to buy fencing materials, which often accomplished nothing due to the severity of the damages.
WHY?
Who’s the bad guy when somebody’s throwing temper tantrums over a broken fence and hurt animals? Well apparently, in my family, it’s the guy throwing the temper tantrums… it’s not about the cause.
Plus it was easier to address Nick’s CRAZY, out of control response than to address the narcissist who refused to address the broken fence, who CONTROLS the finances, who continues to bring more dogs onto the property even though the fence is broken.
In the midst of the dogs escaping, my mother said she’d watch a family friend’s dog, who escaped and caused a massive panic attack between my brother and I…
The incident caused a fight, and I eventually punched a vase in anger, resulting in scars and tendon damage that never healed, why, because somebody thought we should be dog-sitting with no leashes and a broken fence, leaving my brother and I with the dogs while they went to dinner.
The fence and my dogs initiated the conflicts between my mother and I, proving herself a narcissist by the way she treated my dogs and handled them escaping.
Not to mention the bloodied wounds I found on my dog, the mysterious scars, and the weird, creepy excuses from my mom….
“Oh that’s a skin tag”
“Geno was stung by bees”
“The dog was playing in thorn bushes”
REMEMBER, hurting animals is a sure sign you’re dealing with a narcissist.
In fact, I’m pretty sure my mother tortured my dog with anal cancer, in order to quicken his death.. WHY?
Because his death and behaviors were exposing my mother’s narcissism, primarily how my dog behaved narcissistically, mimicking my mother… and how the dog required compassion, energy, but most of all, money to keep him alive.
The dog was ultimately put to sleep early, a neurosis.
Instead of dealing with my mother’s narcissist behavior, my family became obsessed with her narcissistic dog towards his final days, who displayed narcissistic qualities, who ultimately thought he was better than my family.
A pompous poodle, raised by my mother, who displayed little empathy and bullied other dogs, even other members of the family.
I’m just getting started…
I have a lot to say, but trouble getting anything across…
Everything has to be the best thing ive ever typed, the best message to ever come across paper. How obnoxious?
While my mom is cutting off my finances because they’re investing in a “new fence”, it appears the perfect time to reminisce on the damn fence and all her glory.
Many years fixing the fence…. many goddamn years.
My mom doesn’t need any dog’s, she’s a big enough bitch.
THE BADBOOB 