My mother is a narcissist, has no friends, has fallen out with everyone along the way and due to FOG, I'm the only person she talks to. She has been so vile to my adult DD that she now refuses to see her apart from duty Christmas and birthday visits. My mother moved round the corner to me a year ago, the idea being to help me through my cancer treatment, but after a few days, her true personality rose to the surface and I rapidly became her shopper, computer-fixer, workmen finder, taxi service, therapist and general punchbag. I'm still on chemotherapy now which she treats with the disdain of someone milking a cold with snarky comments such as 'well you're lucky you don't have small children to look after and can give into the tiredness' and the ever-tiresome 'you're lucky you don't have a job to worry about as well'. Her behaviour as a guest in my house last Christmas was so appalling she put me in bed for nearly a week. My closest friend said to me 'step back, she will kill you' and she was right. I limit my contact now and have set a few boundaries, which is a massive step for me. I try to restrict my comments to things like 'hmmm', 'oh I know', and 'really? oh I know' and she hates it.
She surpassed herself a few weeks ago with the ultimate body blow - she announced she has bought the house in my road, 4 doors down and opposite! She will be able to spy on me all day long so it's perfect for her. She told me she'd only told my golden sister the previous evening, a lie which she caught herself out in later that day and apparently the reason she withheld this wonderful surprise is that she 'didn't want to get gazumped' which is really feeble as they still haven't exchanged contracts. The real reason, which she knows, is that she is fully aware that I wouldn't like it and then it would have been awkward to go ahead with so she did it anyway. She is now doing the classic-narc act of being 'hurt' that DD and I aren't skipping for joy to have her over the road to us. It's a massive 'F* you, you wanted me close by, well here I am'. I've challenged her on her secrecy and that she has gone behind my back and she snarked that she 'didn't need my permission'. However, she will still expect the premium moving service we gave her last year when we worked tirelessly for weeks settling her into her new flat whilst she stropped and raged like a toddler. This is the end of my relationship with her, I'm not involving myself in her move and will just make sure she's ok for 'functional things' such as giving her my workmen's numbers but that's it from now on.