Even her own family. We couldn’t pay attention to others or else we didn’t lover her. My mother couldn’t understand that I had a best friend so she once asked me in an insulting tone if I was a lesbian since we hung out all the Got Junk in your trunk I’m your mar we buy and sell Junk shirt Also,I will get this time. She never had that type of friendship so of course her mind leads her to believe I’m gay. So one day, since I had been going to my bffs house after school almost everyday (her neighborhood was across from mine) my mom took away my going out privileges and put strict rules on me— I was in 6th grade. I was now only allowed to go out on the weekends but not really. If I got invited to do something on both weekend days I had to choose what to do cause if I went out Saturday I couldn’t go out Sunday cause l “already went out” and “isn’t that enough?” She also placed unreasonable curfews and we had to be back home on the fucking dot. If we were even 1 minute late she would ground us. Since she was always so restricting it kind of made my sis and I not wanna go out cause sometimes it was such a hassle to get permission. My mother just wanted us to always be home, even if she wasn’t home. Fortunately, she had no problem having my friends over so my house was always the hang out place. That really helped.We had to think like her, dress to her taste, and do things exactly the way she did them. We were not allowed to question her since what she said was absolute. She needed us to depend on her or else she would have nothing. She needed to feel important and be at the center of everything. If you disagreed with her opinions then she felt attacked and would start a huge fight that ended with her saying that we “hate her” and that she should just die yes she’d go super dark. She was always the victim. Nothing was ever her fault. You could not say no to my mom. If she asked you to do her a favor, it wasn’t really a question. Just a formality cause she expected us to say yes and not refuse. We could never win with her.
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Everything was always a problem cause my sis and I have grown really close although, before high school we had a horrible relationship and we have different views, opinions, and way of doing things than my mom. I mean, she tried picking fights just because I didn’t want to take the Got Junk in your trunk I’m your mar we buy and sell Junk shirt Also,I will get this same route she takes home. She picked a fight with me cause I wanted to file my own taxes. She picks fights for anything. She just wants to stir up a reaction from us. So we have learned to ignore her and it’s the best way to deal with her and not let her win her game.Now, if we don’t agree with something mother says then we speak up. We’re not silent anymore and it kills her that we are fighting back. She tries to become a victim and tells her family we treat her badly. We stopped putting up with her shit when I turned 21 my sis was 22. After that day she knew she could not control us anymore. If it were up to her she’d have us tied down at home forever. She doesn’t want us to succeed cause that means we would move away and leave her all alone… since she has no friends. She drives everyone away so she only has my sis and I. And it’s sad to say that we, her daughters, are ecstatic that she left to her home country, leaving us alone. Except, we’re not alone. We have our father and his side of the family to share their love. If y’all question where my dad was when we were growing up, well he didn’t really know how bad it was with my mom. Honestly, I was so scared of her that I never really told him how bad it was. Same goes to my sis. I think we did try to tell him once that she was a bit crazy but he thought we were just exaggerating the situation. Well, sorry for such a long answer but there’s just so much to say about my narcissistic mother still much more to say. Growing up with her made me extremely insecure as an adult. It stunts a persons growth in life and I really wish they hadn’t given my mother custody just cause she was the mother. I wish my dad could have seen through her and fought to win custody over us so we wouldn’t be facing all these hardships now. But it is what it is. This is the life I was given so now it’s up to me to make it better.