#daughter of a narcissist mother

[daughterofanarcissistwoman]

It’s a miracle I am even ALIVE

[adacayifedaisi]

Elizabeth Wurtzel in Prozac Nation (2001)

[asoftepiloguemylove]

Katie Maria / Katherine Fabrizio A Poem From the Adult Daughter to the Narcissistic Mother: Not Your Fault, Not Mine, Just Is / pinterest / Annie Ernaux / Christina Bothwell Incessant Dreamer (2022) / pinterest / pinterest / pinterest

[angelunderheaven]

"you still belong to me"

[lostmf]

I wish I could meet you in the street

Maybe one of us will be lost and would stop the other to ask for directions

We will share a laugh on how we are the worst people to ask for directions

You would feel comfortable enough to have coffee with me

I would remind you of your daughter that looks like me

Maybe you would say some kind words about her

Maybe you would ask me for advice on being a better mother

Maybe if I met you as a woman and not a mother we would like each other

I pray that you never know how much you hurt me

I hope you never realize how you tortured and broke me every day

It would kill you mother

I hope you never know

[twilightarcade]

Oh Man now I'm a narcissist. Who is abuse. Watch out world.

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

I feel like I'm just going through the motions today. Send me sweet anons or pics of the boys pls. I love y'all.

[youdelight-itolerate]

Whatever today evokes in you is valid. 🖤 "Every family loves differently. Every love is unique."

So, let's just celebrate our Murder MILFs.

[fibrefox]

[gulaabjamoon]

my parents are so against divorces it baffles me honestly

[adacayifedaisi]

Prozac Nation (2001)

[lexyscross]

Sam: "You guys killed your moms?!"

Jill and Ethan: "Yeah."

Sam: "God, I wish that were me..."

[angelunderheaven]

you tell me to smile and I am, I am smiling, mom

[whoblewboobear]

I’m gonna live in my little fantasy world of shiv being a mother that is half decent. Like it’s the only thing she has left with substance and she’ll make parenthood her own in spite of Logan and Caroline. Which just creates a different kind of fucked up pressure for a kid that didn’t ask for any of it. There would be a long train of stumbles and fuck ups but I still think she’d try and get help without telling anyone so she can pretend she became mother of the year all on her own.

[soloparentingideas]

Confronting the Narcissistic Mother: A Daughter's Battle

Introduction Are you familiar with the intricate dynamics of a narcissistic mother-daughter relationship? Have you ever wondered about the lasting impact it can have on a daughter’s life? Welcome to a thought-provoking journey as we delve into the compelling topic of “Unveiling the Narcissistic Mother: A Daughter’s Struggle.” Navigating the complexities of a narcissistic mother’s behavior, and…

[nocontactdiaries]

Three years ago, I almost died. I have a severe anaphylactic allergy to an ingredient in dyes. I learnt this the hard way- the hospital way. The multiple-doctors-pumping-me-with-meds-to-keep-me-alive sort of way. I didn't tell any biological family that I'd nearly died until a week after getting out of hospital, as I was swollen to the point of being disfigured, and didn't feel like dealing with guests. When I told my father, and explained what it meant for me moving forward and the restrictions I now have to live with, like potentially being unable to get more tattoos in future, he replied with "Good." He himself has an anaphylaxis allergy. He's been hospitalised a couple of times due to his allergy. He knows how terrifying anaphylaxis is. He knows. "Good." Some days the guilt of estrangement is crushing, a huge weight upon my chest, a self-flagellation of shame. I feel so bad for cutting off my elderly father, knowing that he says I am his "purpose in life"- and then some days I remember.

I remember that he tried to drown me as a child. I remember the drug and alcohol abuse that featured through most of my childhood. I remember the physical violence he inflicted. I remember that he didn't come visit me after I'd told him that I'd nearly died. He didn't even ask how I was feeling. He didn't call to check up on me. He didn't ask how I was healing, or show any empathy at all. I remember that he told me "good." "Good."