Even now as a seasoned and grown woman, I still feel disturbed and terrified of my narcissistic mother. I understand that not all mothers are loving and kind, but my mother was and is insanely sick; she is twisted like characters you see in horror movies. I remember how she’d growl, stew and rage. That maniac look in her eyes still sends chills down my spine and sets off my PTSD.
I don’t need to watch horror movies, I lived a horror movie. You either sell your soul to the devil or you are dumped and disowned by your own family. A mother who is jealous of her own daughter is unnatural and demented.
It’s taking me a while to recover and heal. I know I need patience with myself to get better. To forget.