Angry at a Narcissistic Mother: Part Two

by Michelle Piper

When you carry anger due to a narcissistic mother, you are bound to have “highs and lows”.

One contributor to the “highs” is when you use your anger as energy to protect yourself or your loved ones from harm. One cause of the “lows”, however, is when the anger seems bottomless and out of control.

During the lows, you may feel your life is engulfed by anger–much like you once felt, or perhaps still feel, overwhelmed by your narcissistic mother.

One way to deal with the bad side of anger is to interrupt the stress response of fight, flight, or freeze. Decreasing toxic anger effects is done with a special form of breathing which will be explained below.

Many of us who grew up in a narcissistic family system are frustrated when asked to breathe in order to calm down. Our discomfort often shows up because we’ve learned only shallow breathing from the upper chest. Shallow breathing is necessary for a quick get away or to hide from danger.

Remember, growing up with a narcissistic mother put you in survival mode. Your response to a threat, then, was the instinctive fight, flight or freeze response. If stuck in a fight, flight or freeze mode due to our childhood challenges, we may not have received the benefits of deep breathing.

Fight allowed you to do battle, flight enabled you to retreat, and freeze helped you attempt to avoid negative attention, dissociate or hide. This instinctive stress response involves shallow breathing, is meant to be a short-term solution to an immediate danger and often associated with a response to trauma.

It makes sense, then, that breathing isn’t the first thing we think of to relax. Shallow breathing that feels only heart deep tends to raise the shoulders instead of using the diaphragm, a muscle designed to pull air deeply into the body, and only continues the stress response. Unfortunately, chronically breathing this way causes a feeling of being on guard and ready to spring to action, which can tire us out and make us irritable.

Instead, practice deep breathing otherwise known as diaphragmatic or belly breathing. Learn to redirect your breathing energy so you can move from surviving to thriving mode.

Deep breathing relaxes the body out of the primitive, reactive part of the fight, flight or freeze response mode and allows us to access the more advanced, proactive, strategic parts of our brain so that we can access wise mind or functional adult skills and capacities.

Breathe deeply, way down into your core. You should see your stomach push out to the world, as a drawer opening to fill with air. If you sit or stand in front of a full-length mirror, you should see the tummy go towards the mirror to take a breath in and push toward the spine to squeeze the air out. The shoulders should not move much at all. If they are, it is a sign you are practicing shallow breathing instead of deep breathing.

A great time to practice this one you’ve checked your form in the mirror is while waiting at a stoplight or in line. Practicing during times such as these has three benefits; you are using otherwise wasted time, you are reducing your stress response to waiting, and you are practicing a way to let go of negative feelings.

Part three of this article will cover another strategy helpful in reducing anger’s cost to you.

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Nicki July 10, 2014 at 9:35 am

Hi Michelle.

Thank you for this post. I look forward to your sharing of more strategies/tools for healing from these experiences. Also can you write about how to forgive both your Nom and your Nad.


Janet January 16, 2015 at 9:53 am

Hi Michelle,

I’ve never found a group I was comfortable opening up to about my mother, nor a therapist who could help me in as few words as you can. Your explanation of why deep breathing isn’t something I’m naturally inclined towards is the first to help me want to incorporate the technique into my daily living. And I’m a physical therapist who teaches the skill!

Thank you so much for giving this public forum/blog to us all and for sharing your understanding freely. I am deeply grateful.


hanna January 26, 2015 at 10:43 am

Before I found this post I was already breathing really really deep haha so yes this is a good advice 🙂 I’ve read that anger is better than shame, hopelessness and depression but of course one wants to move away from anger when it’s time to do so.


Nea March 13, 2015 at 2:40 pm

I literally LOLed when I read this part:
“Many of us who grew up in a narcissistic family system are frustrated when asked to breathe in order to calm down. Our discomfort often shows up because we’ve learned only shallow breathing from the upper chest. Shallow breathing is necessary for a quick get away or to hide from danger.”
SOOOOO incredibly true. I am always annoyed when people tell me to take deep breathe. Also explains why I hold my breath when I’m in pain and my doctor has to remind me to breathe all the time.


Sandy April 21, 2015 at 10:10 am

Thank you so much for the deep breathing advice. I’ve been told this before but never understood why or what good it would do. Your explaination made sense to me, and I started to deep breath when I’m feeling anxious and overwhelmed. It works!!!! I’m grateful


Suzanne June 30, 2015 at 8:46 am

Anger has been a driving force for me for many years, and I always thought my mother was crazy, but until I found this website and others similar I had no understanding of so many whys…….Thank you!
Six months ago I took my mother once again out to lunch and once again she got drunk, stumbling out of the restaurant (she’s 89) after 2 martinis. I asked her not to drink more than one and she fought me like a petulant child. I was worried she would fall and break a hip, or worse. In the car ride home after I got her coffee at a doughnut shop she started to pat my shoulder and then to caress it saying, “I loved my babies.” She meant my brother and myself, but it turned my stomach and I pushed her away. She has never been physically affectionate and disciplined me by slapping me in the face until I turned 15 and I slapped her back–telling her to never do it again. So I really do not like being touched by her on a good day never mind this day. Then I let loose all the pent up anger, telling her how she hurt me over the years, letting her know how entitled she acted and how I would no longer put up with it. Can I tell you how much better I felt–then I got a phone call from my daughter, my mother had called her right away to tell my daughter how mean I had been, I am (according to my mother) a bitter, angry woman who hurts her own mother. No surprise–my daughter was curious, not understanding the dynamics–yet.
Since then I backed off and no longer feel as obligated (and this is the tough part–I still feel very guilty and I am 64!).I try to make myself and my needs known if they ever ask(they never do). My brother (the golden child or as I always thought my mother’s favorite) texted me to ask if I would help him plan her 90th birthday party. I was wary because a few years ago I “helped” him plan our parent’s 50th wedding anniversary party by getting a hall, the caterer and a musician and paying for half only to have him scream at me the day before on the phone when I asked him if my daughter could man the guest book–he said I had “done nothing, he had to do it all”! I do not trust him.
I let my mother and brother know I could not be available to participate in the planning etc. of this birthday party but would be there and bring a special cake. I was shocked at what they did next–my brother who is not in contact with either my daughter or myself texted my daughter asking her if he should/could invite my former husband (her father)! My brother and he are not friends, the divorce was not amicable, my mother thought my former husband “never did anything to her” and after all “he was once part of the family” so why not invite him? My daughter was shocked, texted it would not be comfortable. A few weeks later my brother texts my former husband directly and says “do not mention this to your daughter but (my mother) would like you to be at her birthday party”. Now my former husband is shocked-texts back he does not keep secrets from his daughter like this and no he would not go.
My anger was palpable–I think now they both did it on purpose to punish me. I went to the birthday party, was gracious to all the guests, ignored my brother and his family and was kind to my mother–but I am done.


Candy August 22, 2018 at 10:25 am

Good for you! Stay strong!
I feel anytime you challenge a Narcissist they find a way to dig the knife in deeper then what you even thought was possible. That’s why low or no contact is usually the best option for protecting yourself.
I understand the guilty feeling but from what I have been learning about this disease is that it’s more of their personal shame and guilt that they are projecting onto you.
Have you taken a look at the reading list on Michelle Pipper’s site? (At the top of this page under Support Services– Reading List) I have read a few books on the list, and they are eye-opening and beneficial, along with reading others stories online.
I wish you the best, and continue to stay strong!


Jean October 30, 2016 at 6:41 am

My nm has been my responsibility since childhood. She divorced my father when I was 5 and never said anything nice about him. Her comments were as followed: You were not wanted, your father does not love you, your father did not care if you lived or died, you and your brothers and sisters always had your problems, you were too sensitive, you need to keep your weight down, your grandmother and grandfather don’t like you, the list goes on and on. I always knew there way something extremely wrong with her and my dysfunctional family, the bullying, sexual abuse, physical violence, lack of socialization, feeling inferior and never good enough or smart enough. I am in my 50’s and I started reading a lot of books on dysfunctional families, narcissistic personality disordered mothers and ptsd about 2 years ago. My mother lived next to me for most of my adult life, then a year ago when I started putting my needs first, due to health issues. I could not take her everywhere any longer, she freeked out! She has always smeared my name but it got really ugly. She started with accusations of elder abuse, telling total strangers that I would not do anything for her to help her. It got so bad that she hired a young girl from Church to come in and clean her house and cook for her. She also sent her to the bank and to the post office because she said I cannot be trusted any longer. People that knew my mother and my husband and I would not talk to us anymore and avoided us altogether. She was on the phone all of the time gossiping and saying she could not stand to live by us. Then coming over and saying ” So and so think that you need help and they were going to call me to find out why I treat my mother so badly. Six months ago she saw my husband out in the yard and asked him to come over to her house for a minute. She had asked him if I had dementia. I called her on the phone and told her off and I said I have taken all the crap and false accusations that I am going to take and I want her to leave me alone. She went into attack mode then and said that she is moving to another state with my sister ( who was jailed for domestic violence) and works in a nursing home. My sister and brother came in the early morning hours with a uhaul and left without saying a word to me. She did tell my husband “it was nice knowing him”. and drove off giving us the finger as she drives down the driveway. I think she thought that I would cry and tell her not to leave, but instead I rejoiced! I wish that I would have read these books years and years ago. I feel like most of my life was wasted on her needs. Thank God for my immediate family. I have no contact with my sibling and my narcissistic mother and it feels great.


Millie January 1, 2017 at 8:34 am

Your family sounds like mine. Way to go by leaving them high and dry 🙂


Biret August 4, 2018 at 4:36 pm

Your mother is similar to mine. Mine is flirting with my husband aswell. I dont have any other sibblings. I am only child.


Jen November 29, 2016 at 10:12 am

I think the shallow breathing may be causing pain in my body actually. When I take deep breaths, I am more aware of the pain and then it dissipates some. Deep breathing helps me feel less focused on problems and more open to the big picture.


Biret August 4, 2018 at 4:25 pm

Hi Jen,
I have problem with breathing. I have last thirty years shalow breathing and swolen collon problem because of my NM. I dont know how I will get recover.


Susan December 27, 2016 at 4:26 am

Today is Family Xmas day. No one knows if my NM will show up or not but this is the first year I have successfully avoided begging, cajoling or otherwise giving in to her attention seeking needs. Every Christmas has been a bad m emory for 45 years due to sobbing, fighting, pathetic gifts and favouritism towards my brother and one of his three children. This is the first Christmas I have truly enjoyed myself and it is entirely due to six months of low to no contact. Today, I am a nervous wreck worrying that she may arrive and cause a scene but I will do those deep breathing exercises until my lungs burst to keep this a nice day for thecrest of my family.


Biret August 4, 2018 at 4:08 pm

Dear Susan,
I am 52 years old. I had terrible times every new year. I dont see my mother 3 months. How did you solve your problem? Are you okey now?


Susan December 27, 2016 at 4:27 am

PS Michelle
Those emails you sent me have been immensely helpful. I have found a counsellor with experience with NPD and will get better in 2017


Jean December 28, 2016 at 11:03 am

This Christmas my NPDM contacted my son and wanted to meet his new girlfriend for lunch. He thankfully was not available at the time. She left a message that she needs his address. When he called back she did not answer the phone because she was staying at her friends home and gave him her friends phone number. She has managed to smear and keep her flying monkey’s out in full force. She can not wait to try to make my son and his new girlfriend to hate me. She even managed to call my mother in law and boo hooed about her mean nasty daughter that will not talk to her. Yikes when will this crap ever stop!!!!!!!


Bertie January 17, 2017 at 12:12 pm

Ten years ago my NM was approaching a milestone birthday. She announced to me that she wanted her birthday party at a supper club (she proposed two) and said she wanted to invite relatives from around the US and that we were to provide everyone with a very nice meal. This was “her” telling “me” that this was what she wanted “from me”. First of all, I don’t come from a family where any of us has ever had a gala event at a supper club. I made the phone calls and got prices. I talked to my husband and he said, astonishingly, “We can’t afford that!” I told my mother. For the first time, she spoke back to me in a “different voice”. It was very low and slow and evil sounding. She said, “You know you can afford that”. I thought, what the heck is going on here. It’s bad enough she is telling me she wants a birthday party like this, but now I hear her speak to me in an evil voice. This, was the first time in my life, that my eyes were made “wide open”.
Things changed between us.
Flash forward ten years. It is another milestone birthday. Our relationship declined severely over the past ten years. Regardless, I knew that it was “still me” who would be the only one of the siblings to put on a party for her. And so I did, on my terms. It was at her church and not a supper club. We served cake. I put a lot of time, effort, and expense into it. I worked on it, diligently, for about two months. She knew that I was. Early on, it was announced that The Golden Child (my only sister — the first born) would be traveling home to attend. I knew that from that point on, the entire focus of this (for my mom) would be about seeing my sister. Two days before the party, I called my mom and asked her to please stay home because someone from the church would be dropping off a key for me, as I had to set-up the church meeting room the day ahead of time. My mom snottily said, “I’m busy!” and hung up the phone. And so, I make arrangements to get the key another way. All of the two month’s of work is culminating to this point and this woman doesn’t have the decency to even be polite to the One Person who would do this for her. On the day of the party, my sister (who is now home and with mom) calls me 1 1/2 hours before the party and asks, “Is there anything I can do?” I answer, “I’ve done everything already”.
And so, the party takes place. It is an odd event because my family doesn’t “do” events. One of mom’s best buddies at her church is very rude to me, several times. I’m sure my mom has poisoned her mind about me. We get through the event and my mom walks up to me and says, “Hug me”. I give her a faint hug. “Hug me tighter”, she says. But, I don’t. I reply that I don’t want her corsage pin to poke her. The day before was my mom’s actual birthday and she spent the entire day with my sister — just the two of them. I felt as though I am only around to pay for things. My sister left and didn’t even say good bye to me.
A few weeks later it is Christmas. My mom remarks to me that she is “so happy” that the shirt she ordered for my sister got to her in time. Since it is Christmas Eve, and I didn’t get anything from mom, I ask her, “What about me, Mom?” She says, “You don’t need anything”. The last thing I want to say is that for my Entire Life, it has been I who has showered her with gifts. It was I who felt as though I had to make up for my siblings. My mom always had Huge Expectations at Christmas time. My sister (Golden Child) has always acted “The Ditz”. She routinely sends a gift one month after the event. That’s okay with my mom! I have one brother who hasn’t given anyone a gift since the mid 70’s. I have two other brothers who are normal — and present her with a normal gift. Gift, as in singular. But I was always programmed to pick up the slack. Mom would sit there and say, “I have nothing under my tree!” Stuff like that. And so, each year, I would/we would spend more on her than we would spend on any one member in our own family.
And here … this year …. I put on her birthday party. The party she was looking for. She makes a point of telling me she got my sister something and she tells me I will be getting nothing. My husband says, “No one should be expecting presents from her anymore!” I told him, “That’s not the point”.


Jackie May 30, 2017 at 7:08 am

This is to share only, with others. To expose the nastiness of the narc and what I do to stay in control of things, the best way I know how. My NP’s mostly mother, is a toxic terror. She is 10 steps ahead of me, to expose me, to make me look bad to my peers. To rewrite history. To make herself appear awesome, when she was really a demon in disguise. That is a new theory from a religious aspect that the people have demons in them. Because if you ask them “why did you do such and such? huh? why?” they retort with “Well I just don’t know why”. These people are ill. Mentally ill. Highly functioning mentally ill people. They long ago, use to do deliverance’s on people who acted like this, but not anymore. Now they taketh over.

My point here, is that they can be sick and never seek help, because you are the one who needs the help, not them….and when you say they need help, then you need it more when they are done with you. They also say that they are perfectly fine, when they are NOT fine. They take one small morsel of negativity and turn it into your life theme. They lie constantly, so never believe one word that exits their mouths. Beware, they are constantly lying. They will make you lie crazy. You have to check everything, that they say, and 100% of the time, LIES. Even the news, they make up their own news stories or add onto the news they hear to make it worse than they said originally. Now, what does this thing called satan, like more? Liars. I am not religious, and never have been, but now I see it clear as a bell. And learning it from a whole new perspective. These people have NO souls. They are empty shells, and why? Something else lives and lurks, the darkness.
With an open mind, to heal we must all see it for what it is. We all have the same stories, the same perspectives of these horrid abusers. And why, because they are souls that are empty but occupied all at the same time. It sounds silly but just think on it. We all have the same stories….they ALL have the same evil in them. Look for the empty eyes. That’s how you can tell the NPD’s, they are empty.
And the lady Bertie, be shallow with your NM, because you’ll loathe yourself later on. You can do and do and do and they are thankless. It’s like they expect it. They will ignore your birthday, anniversaries, special milestones, your children’s birthday, they will ignore you. Why? No soul. Yep. And the only way around it is to say your sick, or make up excuses, because you are, sick at heart. I stopped doing things for my NP’s years ago…..because they don’t do a thing for me. I insist “please no gifts” at the holidays. That keeps ME in control. Mostly of not getting cheap crap from last years clearance or when I do give them something nice, the receipt isn’t asked for. That sets the control, you give nothing, they give nothing and everybody is “happy.” No gifts please. The three magic words! Healing and health for all who read. You can heal and there is hope.


Sandy June 1, 2017 at 8:51 am

Jackie, have you looked up “jezebel spirit”? It sure leads one to thinking.


Bertie June 3, 2017 at 6:03 pm

Jackie, I appreciated reading what you had to say. I agree with you on everything you said. I have a mile long list of complaints about my NM but the “gift thing” has always driven me nuts. I did write awhile back that I saw counselors in the past. One of them said to say to my mom, “All I am going to give you Mom, is my love”. I also liked your idea of “no gifts” and have it go both ways. I have given up, so it’s not an issue anymore.
I appreciated hearing you bring up the fact that we tortured souls are all crying out about the same things. Sometimes I sit here and ask myself, “Is it just that we have bad mothers?” What my mom has done is inconceivable, and yes, in my opinion, evil.
And you bring that up too and it’s interesting. Sometimes my mom gets an absolutely evil look in her eyes. Sometimes my mom speaks to me in a totally different voice (a very, very mean voice in a very, very low tone). I’ve been holding my own with her in recent years and so it’s been an all out battle. I feel like I’m an exorcist at times. Sometimes I actually think that when she does pass away, she”ll come back and haunt me. I don’t know if you noticed the post from the person who said “Forgive, forgive, forgive”.
I feel like I’m dealing with the devil at times. I truly do.
I’m nearly 60 now. My father died from Alzheimer’s and was starting to show big signs in his 60’s and it went kind of fast for him. So I sit here and consider the fact I may not be here for all that much longer. But I hope I escape that. However, my one sadness in this entire lifetime of mine is: why did I have such an awful mother.


Bertie June 3, 2017 at 7:14 pm

I regret what I said. I would rather hope and believe that I am dealing with a highly functioning mentally ill woman with really mean tendencies. But I do have an open mind.


Melissa Rivera July 12, 2017 at 8:05 am

Thank you, these posts help me a great deal. And are my only lifelines right now.
Thank you .


guy August 22, 2017 at 3:09 pm

for the moment this is all I can give because of the fear of retaliation.with endless tears,thankyou for your insight


Sandy August 26, 2017 at 7:41 am

Oh! This journey. Guy when I read posts like yours and Melissa’s… I know your heartache, your tears, the pain. I think we all do. Reading all the stories, awestruck in all kinds of relief that it indeed was never “us” but them. All the stories that are identical to encounters we’ve lived. And the pain of our reality that can overcome us at times.
Things change when you have this knowledge, please know that. Things change to your favour.
Only 3 yrs in to learning what this has really been all about, I’m gaining my health & strength back, finally and oh it feels so good. Oceans of tears inbetween yelling at the sky, smashing some dishes, just trying to say let it out in what ever ways you can, y’al. Feels like the tears will never stop? They will. Scapegoats have the best chance at a good survival. We gotta walk through the eye of our storm, and when we do it, we get it.
Guy, I also get your fear of retaliation. I hope you find safety and relief here.


Kathy January 1, 2018 at 7:01 am

Part 3? I don’t see it. Thank you very much for Part 1 and Part 2, they are great and well written.


Umsohappy January 4, 2018 at 10:56 am

I’m sitting with tears running down my face as I am reading everyone’s posts from the first two blogs. I’m a 55 year old women who is just realizing how much emotional damage i have from being the ‘golden girl’ of a narc mom and uber-enabling dad. Mom Is 92 And My Dad At 91 Died In 2016.

I am now realizing that my mother has had NPD my entire life. My soul was wide open to allow her empty soul to spew off emotional neglect and manipulation right into my core and pushed all my goodness and happiness into a small place the size of a piece of rice.

I lived my entire life walking on eggshells and would tell her what she wanted to hear even if I had to lie and stand up for her even if I knew how wrong and was. I would do anything to try and please her. NEVER DID NO MATTER WHAT I SACRIFICED. Shame on me!

Fast forward to my 30s when I started to see how awful and negative she was because I had friends with loving caring parents who were supportive and fun and affectionate. I think this is when my mourning and depression came seeping out of me. That little piece of rice was trying to say something and couldn’t. I was successful in my career, was going to college at night to eventually get my master’s degree , and became MASTERFUL in pushing all the sadness back to the bottom of my soul which was so filled with my mother’s bad stuff that it was rather easy to ‘set it and forget it.’ Misery loves company.

I then spent the next 20ish years with superficial contact but still roped in to the guilt and pain of not pleasing her. I moved from MA to Los Angeles (my life’s dream) for work but was so afraid of telling my mother i was moving i continued to pay half the rent at my girlfriend’s apartment so that I could say I was just travelling a lot (i am shaking my head and rolling my eyes, too!).

I LOVED LA but brought all the gilt and emotional ties with me and once again I disregarded my soul and made the decision to move back to MA and live the life I PROMISED MYSELF THAT I WOULD NOT LIVE. I sat on the plane when it landed
In Boston and could not stand up because I was filled with so much grief and hatred toward MYSELF for blowing my plans. I fell into submission to getting married to a wonderful man who i love but someone who I should not be married to. I’m just not happy and we have nothing in common. Another reckless and disturbing decision due to my anger with my situation. He doesn’t know to this day that I am unhappy because he has a full life with longtime friends and a wonderful family. (No children as we were older when we got married).

Now I am the only remaining relative to my mother who is now in Assisted Living. Her move and selling her hoarder house took me down to a level of barely functioning. she is a mean 92 year old to me but overall nice to the staff. WHEW! My heart goes out to the woman with the Mom who had to move out of her Assisted Living place. I’m doing better with my mom’s crazy-unhappy and blame everyone else for her predicament behaviour That’s her M.O. I have made the decision to keep contact because I know that I am not emotionally strong enough to walk away. I am the only person who can make medical decisions for her other than assigning her to the State. But, I keep trying to please her by fixing things and running errands and listening to her baloney.

I finally some up and I am ready to breath in the good stuff into my soul as I breath out all her bad stuff. (That’s how I visualize my breathing).

My biggest issues are controlling my anger toward MYSELF that brings with it an endless list of regrets for my reckless decisions that I seem to keep making.

Thank you for listening to me. I’m listening to all of you, too.


Just me January 7, 2018 at 8:17 pm

I am wondering if anyone else is having a similar problem with their aged N mom…
I regularly help mom with tasks several times a week. About 2 months ago she started to throw her clothes on the bed – instead of hanging them, or putting them away or in the hamper. Then, about once a week she would call and say that there is a mess on her bed (her clothes) – and “is going to need some help with that.” So I would come over and hang them up, each time asking her to please not do that anymore, and to please put her clothes away so that they don’t pile up. (On Christmas day I hung up 20 different items!) So…she is refusing to do it. I’ve told her it’s not ok to treat me like her personal valet…that throwing her clothes around is childish behavior…that if she would just turn them right-side-out and slip and hanger in, I would gladly put them back in the closet for her. She refuses. Right now there is a pile 2 feet high, but I pretend not to see it. I’m waiting for the meltdown – it’s coming and everyone who reads this knows what that feels like. The anxiety is building in me as I’m waiting for it to happen. It’s clear to me that it’s a power struggle, and she is banking on me caving when she finally melts down. I have started only going to her apt. when I know she’s away at meals, just so I can avoid any opportunity for her to unleash. I need a response plan for when the dam breaks. My husband said that I need to hold my ground on this. I would like to know how others have managed similar problems. Reading your posts has been so helpful!


jene March 23, 2018 at 8:00 pm

Where to start. I’m angry, a very angry 50 yr old scapegoat. I was 3/4 when I was told that they were going to buy that shack along side the road and leave me there. This continued for 12 years. I cried and sobbed like a baby. My dad said I was being a bitch. I was 5 when I was told I was named after my aunt. The next breath my dad told me he hated my aunt. Both of my “parents” were Narcs. My brother had the golden penis thus the golden child. He could do no wrong. Me I looked funny, talked funny was afraid of my own shadow. I “fell” down the stairs alot, sometimes I was pushed, sometimes I was scared by a loud boo, sometimes I tripped over my own 2 feet waiting to see what would come out and grab me. Not once did they ever comfort me, just hit me and told me what an idiot I was. My mom dislocated my shoulder twice before I was 4. Nothing was done. I had asthma as a kid, no treatments were given to me. I was made to suffer days and days of scratching at my throat trying to breath all the while my mom would say horrible things. “why don’t you just die already, I hate you, your such a burden, your so ugly, you deserve this, if you didn’t pet a cat you wouldn’t be sick. She would grab me by my throat and squeeze ever so hard, she would put a pillow over my face and push down so hard. To this day I can’t stand anyone near my face/throat or clothes touch my neck or me. My lungs are destroyed, my medical needs were never cared for. shower? yes please 1 time a week, same shirt/pants 5 times a week. Undies changed once a week. If I smiled as a kid I was told I was lying. I never smiled. I got in trouble for not smiling. If I went to the bathroom after eating it was because I wanted to get out of doing the dishes. My mom would then dirty every single dish in her kitchen for me to wash. Took 4 hours to clean. I was 7. I stopped pooping everyday. Once a month. Painful. Lasted 30 years. I would be sleeping and off I would go sleepwalking. I still do it to this day. Last time I did it. It was 7 degrees outside. I was wearing my birthday suit and a necklace. Luckily the officer recognized me as his neighbor and drove me home. We now have locks with keys and security system that I don’t know the code to. I set it off at least 2x a week. I’ve ripped up pillows, blankets, dishes, screaming, screaming I hate you, die die die. I’ve scared my son from my nightmares. My night terrors are bad. So bad that my dog has bit me protecting herself cause I freaked out during the night. Hubby hasn’t slept with me in the same bed for the last 18 years. He got tired of my night terrors and my punching frenzy. I’m so lonely. No one believes me. Not even him and he’s seen what they do. I went to my brother for help, told him I miss him and want to have mom and dad include me and love me–he did the same song and dance those things that gave birth to me said. It’s my fault, I’m always pointing the finger and blaming everyone else, Don’t I see that it all my fault. They take family vacations together for the last 15 years. My son and I and hubby are never invited. They have family holiday time, family picnics. We are invited to about 1/8 of them and ignored if we show up. My nephew got married. I was seated at the friend table. Not with the other brother and sisters. My son was seated at another friend table. Not with the cousins. We sat together and I was told I made a scene. No scene he just picked up and moved. I have food allergies. I chose fish for my entree. My parents changed it to pasta. I’m allergic to wheat. When my sister died my mom called me and and said she wishes it was me. 3 weeks later it was my birthday. I got a sympathy card that said too bad I didn’t die instead. When I lost my first child my father sent me a mothers day card. A 7 page hate letter why I deserved to have my child die. When my uncle left me 30k my father stole it. told me I didn’t deserve it. They begged to have my child visit for the summer for 2 months. I finally agreed. He was 15. The day before my hubby 50th birthday they drove him from Florida back to Pennsylvania left him at a restaurant 20 mins from my house. Called me as they left him there. I was at work an hour away. Hubby was in a meeting all day. This was 2 weeks into his summer vacation. They knew I had non refundable get away for hubby birthday. They haven’t given my child a birthday present or christmas gift since. He went over to my brothers 2 years ago for christmas all the cousins were opening up gifts from my parents/brother/me. There were none for my child. We went over for thanksgiving the day after last year. My nephews wife father asked me how I was related. I said I’m his aunt. He asked oh? on his mom side? I said no on his dad side. His reply was but I was told he is an only child. These are just a tiny bit of my fond memories. If you met them you would think they are the most wonderful, kindest, caring parents in the world. I wish them dead. Like their soulless black eyes. They look at me with such anger, animosity, hatred. Why? Because I see them. I see what they are. EVIL.


Julie October 29, 2018 at 11:40 pm

My heart goes out to you.
I am reading these posts and i am crying.
I stumbled upon this site after just realising that my mother is a narcissist. I am almost in shock to have discovered that I have been abused and manipulated all my life and I alternate between anger and a desire to tell her what she is, a desire to go totally no contact, profound shame, hopelessness and anger again.
I have no advices to give. I am a violent mix of emotions myself right now. But I feel that i have to let you know that I am with you and wish you strength to do what is good for you, your son and your husband.
J. 48yo


giovanna July 12, 2018 at 11:05 pm

i just realized a few months ago that my mother is naracissistic. I was not relying on that diagnosis because i was thinking that I may find another one. I had difficulty all these years to label her or my experience with her. But now i feel better that the world cruel, evil and control freak now is under one umbrella ” Narcississm”. I called her unwell when i tried to reach out to my brother. All these years / 4 decades and more i just thought i was born in a familly from hell. And at the same time I felt like I was not worthy.. Not sure how that transpired..the situation was very difficult considering that I was molested from my uncle Peter at 5 yrs old. I don’t know how i managed to survive this un nurturing environment. Here i am. I was living in so my mental pain that i did not even dig up what i was truly dealing with was a body with no soul. She truly feels nothing. I feel too much. Going into the details is too muddying now, i feel like i had to say the truth to myself first. I was dealing with a mother from HELL who was out to destroy me emotionally.
I think the first part of healing is to know the truth about what NM do to their less favored daughters..and how daughter can suffer in the hands and mind of such monsters…
And from that point on the true healing starts.
I will continue with my transformation later if you wish to hear.
I want to talk everybody here to expose their stories, I did not know that there were other Mothers from Hell who truly don’t know how to live/treat their daughters and having done that at such a vulnerable age is a crime to humanity.
Thank you again for this blog and the power of finally speaking and expressing what it feels like to always feel caged. I am out of the cage now and growing my wings. May we daughters show the light not the woundedness.


Lebo September 19, 2018 at 4:10 am

I am so glad there’s other people who know what I’m going thru, who won’t say to me “no man family is everything”.
My mother is known to others as a kind, prayerful and dutiful woman. to me, her first daughter, she is competitive, puts me down, always criticises my choices. She is always gossiping about me with her friends (younger, my age 27) from church. She has tried to get between my husband and i, but failed because I had already told him how she is. She lies. My motherLIES. She has never told me she loves me, never gave a hug or shown affection. She didn’t come to my uni graduation and told people I said she won’t be needed. My father partners with her at times. She even fakes illness to get me to come back home (I moved out when I turned 18 going to Uni). She didn’t even make it to my wedding, she was lying in hospital severely ill, and out as soon as my wedding passed.
I’ve managed to build boundaries and not be broken by her, but it’s hard with the illnesses. Doctors ALWAYS can’t find anything wrong. I’m building a life I want with my husband and son, and I feel like now she saw that she can’t get through my boundaries so it’s better to get sick again. So tired of this, and it does feel like her death (which will probably be self imposed ) will be a relief to me.


Biret September 26, 2018 at 2:50 pm

I am so sorry that I dont see my NM. I feel quilty. I also miss her. She is rearly be nice to me but can be change suddenly. I think not seeing her at all is not a good idea. But I cant stand when I am seeing her. It is very diffucult situation because she is my mother. Also I am the only child. What can I do please help.


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