had she still lived.
I had a problematic relationship with my mother….she was a narcissist and I was to be her reflection in everything. Of course, not knowing I was her reflection led to lots of problems over the years.
It took me over forty years to come to the realization that I could never satisfy her, never be appreciated by her, never be truly loved by her.
It has taken me longer to forgive her.
I rarely think of her anymore. It is far easier to be happy or feel good about myself if I ignore the fact of her life. That may sound horrible. I no longer care if it does. It took me a long long time to let go of the pain of being her daughter.
A Narcissist never loves. They don’t care about anything except how they look to others. It is damned near impossible to love them.
My mother would have been 97 today had she lived.
I am relieved she didn’t.