Fyrefox
Token fox furry
- Location
- Pennsylvania, USA
I'm glad that most here have good memories of their mothers; really, I am! It's almost heretical to speak of some mothers in less than glowing terms, but surely some of you can relate. As someone who had a bad female parent, perhaps some can run against the mold, and commiserate a bit, for Mother's Day has an uncomfortable and hollow ring to me.
My mother, you see, was a malignant narcissist, the elephant in the room who always had to come first and be center stage. She did not nurture, but rather demanded constant indulgence. At best she was demanding and uncomfortable to be around, and at worst she was toxic. My sister and I always had difficulty picking out Mother's Day cards, because they were all too nice...
No, I didn't hate my mother, and I always met my obligations to her, even when she would embarrass, humiliate, or shame me. Assimilating emotional abuse became my norm, and she was ever so good at inflicting it. In the end on this day, I am left with a sense of deep regret and yearning for what I could have had, but never did...
My mother, you see, was a malignant narcissist, the elephant in the room who always had to come first and be center stage. She did not nurture, but rather demanded constant indulgence. At best she was demanding and uncomfortable to be around, and at worst she was toxic. My sister and I always had difficulty picking out Mother's Day cards, because they were all too nice...
No, I didn't hate my mother, and I always met my obligations to her, even when she would embarrass, humiliate, or shame me. Assimilating emotional abuse became my norm, and she was ever so good at inflicting it. In the end on this day, I am left with a sense of deep regret and yearning for what I could have had, but never did...