Content warning: This story mentions emotional and verbal abuse and suicidal tendencies that may be distressing to some readers.
There was a moment, innocuous to the casual observer, that put the final nail in the coffin of my relationship with my mother.
After she’d spent a lifetime ruining every special occasion, celebration, birthday, Christmas, graduation, birth, and wedding with her histrionics, it was the cruel texts that pinged incessantly on my mobile during my son’s 6th birthday that did it for me.
I handed my phone to my husband and said, "please. I can’t." He went back and forth all day, but she wouldn’t stop.
We had a big birthday bash a week earlier with my parents - cakes, presents, the whole shebang - so on my son’s actual birthday, we could take him to the museum, just the three of us, for a special little day out.
But now, my mother was having a meltdown about not seeing him on his actual birthday, accusing me of being a ‘cold-hearted robot,’ a ‘selfish and cruel b**ch’ and much more. She wanted us to cancel our plans so they could come to our house instead.
I’d politely refused and no matter her emotional blackmailing and guilt-tripping, wouldn’t give in and now she was in a narcissistic rage.
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