Releasing the past in order to find myself
Showing posts with label gas lighting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gas lighting. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

I think you suck

I received an email today from my recently distant sister.  It is conveniently timed.  It is not a coincidence that NM left two days ago, and I received this email today.  Towards the end, NSis asks that I "respect" her and not speak to either of my parents about her as it makes them "uncomfortable".  This is pure bullshit, as I have not spoken to either of my parents about NSis in months and specifically told both of them I wouldn't be speaking about her.  So, I'd be curious to know what kind of conversation went on between NSis and NM about her visit.

I wrote NSis an email in response to our recent falling out in November.  I've only vaguely heard from her since then, and her response to me email was to say that she had nothing to say.  That I had stunned her so much that she was at a loss for words.

Today, NSis was textbook narc in her response.  She was calm and calculated in her word choices.  She remained emotionally distant and detached.  She barely hid her anger and rage at me.  She blamed me, guilted me, and shifted responsibility.  She feigned shock at my behavior and implied that I am somehow responsible for out latest dust up.  She projected her anger and rage onto me and gas lighted me at every turn.  She blamed me for her lack of interest in me and claimed I was personalizing her life too much.

She expressed that she felt she had always been supportive and there for me (although not in such a direct way) and implied I'd somehow failed as a sister during her recent "medical crisis" (otherwise known as the illness that will not be named by her).  She took low blows and hinted at all the ways she felt me to be lesser than what she expects from her sister.

She also professed how far she's come (in two months), how much she's changed (in two months), and how she now has great relationships (that she hasn't had in years) with my parents.  Because she's awesome.

And I'm not.  And it's the same old song and dance.  It surprised me not at all.  It was exactly what I expected of her, and that made me sad.  I knew what I was going to get from her but I had so much wanted to be wrong.