Though some of my stories involve my mother, The Narcissist Drunk, its important for me to point out a few things…

One…I still speak to her, quite frequently these days.  I do so because I don’t want to live one moment feeling regret.  I don’t want to avoid her entirely, until she’s gone, then wonder what I missed.

Two…My mother isn’t one-hundred percent awful.  Yes, she terrorized me through childhood.  Of course to this day she can turn any situation rotten.  However, there are moments when she’s really funny and times when, just for second, she’s sincere.  The rest of her nonsense, I surrendered long ago.

Three…She still does and says things that astound me, until I remember she’s a narcissist.  Understanding her narcissism makes listening to her drone on about how great she is tolerable, even humorous 🙂

She spent nearly an hour the other day telling me what a wonderful wife she had been to both of her husbands.  How she cooked, and cleaned, and took care of them.  “…I was perfect! They had it so good, and what did they do?  Just fucked it up, and acted like assholes!”  

She literally has no idea what she’s saying…