Ugh. Woke up this morning to find I am being used, yet again, by my Nmom on Facebook to look like "the good parent" to the public. She loves that. This seems to be making the rounds. I wwould wager a bet that many of you have been tagged in this same exacy facebook post. It goes like this:
My children, each year, ask me the same question. After thinking about it, I decided I'd give them my real answer: What do I want for Christmas? I want you. I want you to keep coming around, I want you to bring your kids around, I want you to ask me questions, ask my advice, tell me your problems, ask for my opinion, ask for my help. I want you to come over and rant about your problems, rant about life, whatever. Tell me about your job, your worries, your kids, your fur babies. I want you to continue sharing your life with me. Come over, have a glass of wine with me, laugh with me, or laugh at me, I don't care. Hearing you laugh is music to me. I spent the better part of my life raising you the best way I knew how, and I'm not bragging, but I did a pretty darn good job. Now, give me time to sit back and admire my work, I'm pretty proud of it. Raid my refrigerator, help yourself, I really don't mind. In fact, I wouldn't want it any other way. I want you to spend your money making a better life for you and your family, I have the things I need. I want to see you happy and healthy. When you ask me what I want for Christmas, I say "nothing" because you've already been giving me my gift all year. I want you. If you feel the same way, feel free to copy and paste... I did!
At first, in my groggy morning haze, I thought she was genuinely writing this to me and my sister because... we have been a lot lower contact with her lately (me in particular.. I have been VLC and she has noticed). I thought, oh, maybe she is trying to re-establish a connection (in the lamest way possible by making a public spectacle instead of actually talking to me about it). But the further and further I got, I realized it couldn't possibly be her writing it. Raid your fridge? You don't bother to buy groceries when we come to town because you don't care about having food for us to eat and you especially won't be bothered to cook it. But this line in particular got my blood boiling:
I spent the better part of my life raising you the best way I knew how, and I'm not bragging, but I did a pretty darn good job. Now, give me time to sit back and admire my work, I'm pretty proud of it.
UGH. I'm sure this post is nice for some, but it was super triggering for me this morning. Anybody else dealing with this this week?
Submitted December 16, 2016 at 08:46PM by ThunderThighmaster http://ift.tt/2hChlzR raisedbynarcissists
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