I practiced the mind of detachment and viewed my mother with a sense of sorrow. Something terrible must have occurred to make her act that way. She has never talked about her childhood and in reality i know nothing about her except for narcissistic behaviour as a defence to her own insecurities. She has a "second family" that provide what she craves. Her own two children (me and i brother) didn't provide her what she demanded of us. I feelpeaceful going "no contact". Did she really love me? The answer is no. She can only see what she can gain from others to compensate for her own deficiencies. I feel sorry for her but do not immerse myself in the feeling.
Thank you for sharing your story. I'm sorry to know what you have been through these years. Hope she will cope up with herself one day and share some good memories with you brothers. All prayers for you. Stay mindful and always prioritise your mental well-being. :)
