tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026750446842946390.post2057626139530594276..comments2023-05-18T03:34:13.887-06:00Comments on Releasing Jessie: Narcissistic Mom's momjessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06399613921768190064noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026750446842946390.post-74124373378361951452012-06-07T10:48:33.999-06:002012-06-07T10:48:33.999-06:00Lisa, it is sad that the narcissist is so depraved...Lisa, it is sad that the narcissist is so depraved that they use some of the most sacred, intimate moments of life to suck attention for themselves. I think they pray on the dead and children most of all to make life all about them. Looking like the grieving friend, looking like the doting grandmother/mom, but it's all for show. <br />I do hope that you aren't seriously considering suicide. I can understand that feeling. I've been there. Feeling like an object and so worthless all my life made me feel like the world would be better off without me. I felt it would give me some freedom somehow. But then days would go on and the feeling would fade. As I've found my own life, and worked to take myself back from my mom, I've felt less depressed, anxious, and sad than I've felt in years. Please know, we understand you and value you. Hang in there.<br />Kara, I've realized that although I knew a lot of 'facts' about my grandmother, I never really knew her. And she most definitely didn't know me. We often were "excused" to go play, and I thought that was just how it was for everyone. Adults in one room, kids in another. My grandmother was also always on a host of pills too. Mainly Valium. Made her like a ghost of a person. I was sad when she died, but more for everyone else than for her. To be honest, I was surprised she lived as long as she did. And, as horrible as this sounds, I was glad she went before my grandfather because I didn't know who would've taken care of her if grandpa had died first. It would've been a really bad situation. It is such an interesting legacy, one that so many people see as normal.jessiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06399613921768190064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026750446842946390.post-91324481690225012122012-06-07T02:37:44.493-06:002012-06-07T02:37:44.493-06:00My grandmother only died a couple of years ago. Sh...My grandmother only died a couple of years ago. She was 94. You'd think in that time you'd have plenty of time to get to know her but no, reading your post made me realise how little I knew about her. Some of her story is the same as your grandmother: she never went out either even though she lived in a cosmopolitan european city and everything was on her door step. She was always taking sleeping pills and antidepressants and then bragged to people that she was taking the same pills as Hollywood celebrities (Prozac I think) It's cringing really. When my mother was a child she also was sent to get her father to come home from the bar. When we used to visit them (every Sunday afternoon) they'd all go in the dining room and talk, we were left to amuse ourselves in the living room. I don't think they ever spoke to us or took an interest. It's odd really. When they died I felt sorry for them in the same way you feel sorry when you hear someone you don't know has died but I can't say I felt anything. And I can't say I miss them either because I didn't know them. It was exactly the same with my paternal grandparents. It makes you wonder how many generations it goes back, doesn't it?Karahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14470007362954479373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026750446842946390.post-44941873145815561852012-06-06T22:24:54.399-06:002012-06-06T22:24:54.399-06:00What bullshit. More of that *barf* mom wisdom!
Tha...What bullshit. More of that *barf* mom wisdom!<br />That's really interesting about your grandma. This reminds me of a few months before I left my parents' house, our neighbor's mom who lived with them died. Now this guy was a retired dude, and his mom was like 80 something. My mom's Korean and can barely speak a sentence of English (on purpose, so she can milk the pity card. She's had, what, 26 fucking years.) and this old lady she's barely talked to once or twice. And suddenly she's all bawling, sending the neighbor's fucking giant vase of flowers (and snapping at me to do it for her on the phone or online), going to this old lady's what is it? The thing before the funeral, the viewing, and holding this old lady's cold dead hand and bawling like it was her own mom. And I'm sure all the neighbors and people we don't know are standing there going, "Oh, what a big heart your mom has. She's so sensitive." OMG. What a LOAD of crap. What on goddamn earth is she doing there holding the neighbor's mom's dead hand? Does anyone else find this fucking creepy? She's just weird. I said to her, right that night, after I got home, I didn't understand why she was making such a big deal out of this. I said if she cared so much, why didn't she do shit for her when she was alive and not wait till she's dead. She had some more mysterious bullshit answer for me, she snapped, "You just don't know until someone's gone how important they are." Oh really, just don't know huh? Oh no, I know the real answer. You fucking parasite, you're leeching off of this dead lady. You're leeching off of the most vulnerable person, a dead one, who can't say anything about herself. This dead person is a grand opportunity to be a parasite and fucking make shit up about HER and HER life and your relationship to HER because she can't say anything about it cause she's dead! Grand opportunity for YOU. Just like you said, completely about HERSELF.<br />Gave me a good idea of what the hell might happen if I committed suicide. I once told a neighbor lady that I didn't think my parents would care if I killed myself. She was like, "Oh no, oh no, of course they would. They would care. If you died, they would care. That would teach them a lesson." Uh-uh. Not even. I know exactly what they would do. She'd do the same damn creepyass weird fucking selfish thing dramatic bullshit show that she did at this neighbor's mom's viewing. And everyone would go, "Oh, what a big heart she has. She's so sensitive." Just to milk the pity card. My death would just be a show for her to milk the pity card. The biggest show of her life, I bet. I bet she'd fucking love that. Except she just loves having me around doing every little thing for her more.<br />Bull.<br />Shit.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com