Threads like this help, and my other wonderful family, my OH, DD and DS.
I have come to realise that although my mother is a narcissist in general, she directs most of her venom to me.
It has been hard to come to the conclusion that she despises me, but I know she does. She also used her sister as a target for her venom, before she passed.
I watch as my mother bundles up all her negativity and attributes, some real, some imagined, and in her mind I wear that putrid cloak.
I was taught bad lessons as a child, make myself small, always agree with men, be quiet, don't talk back, feel shame, do as you are told, be kind. All this even if it hurts inside.
My growth was hard, I was easy meat as a young adult, and fell into the clutches of controlling abusive men, and found the tools I had been given of no use as I was battered and worse.
Thankfully I had my own children late, and into my healing process.
I also found a partner who respected my power, loved me being outspoken, wanted to hear my voice even if he disagreed with me.
So even now my mother drapes me with the features and attributes she hates.
She mistakes my assertiveness for anger, she thinks my plain talking is insulting. She sees my self care as self centredness. She is confused why my adult children seek out my company and choose to spend time with me, come on holiday with me, have lunch, see shows, and have Netflix evenings under a blanket with a secret hot water bottle and maltesers. Even though my youngest is 22.
She tells me that my children don't "know me" as she does, and if they did they wouldn't think so much of me. That somehow I have "duped" them, into thinking I have a good heart, but she can see the " real" me.
The sad thing is that what she sees is simply a reflection of her own fears and sadness. She uses me as a coatpeg to hang all her discomfort, externalising any responsibility for her disordered and chaotic maladaptations. She is stuck, any idea of growth is alien to her, so instead she outsources all the jagged pieces of herself to me. Thankfully my family see that too.
Ultimately her loss- but she doesn't even see that.