Once I mentioned I was on the way to the hospital that day to get a recomendation from my nurse orientator. Stated, mom, please let me handle this and not go up there and ask for me. (only b/c she asked me should she ask for the recommendation for me) Wouldn't you know- she must have hung up the phone and ran up there (no need to be on that floor), hunted down that nurse and asked her for it with in minutes of getting off the phone with me. So an hour later I arrive and ask and the nurse states, well your mom already was up here and asked!!!
Another time she got really crazy about something nutty so I told her she had to leave. She repeatedly refused to leave my house. So I very calmly took her by the arm and stated you are leaving. Well she dropped to the floor on her bottom and stated I will not leave. So then I was dragging her by her legs to the door with her complaining that she does not have to leave if she does not want to and there is something wrong with me. Well, she was hard to drag and I was like, how the heck do I get her out of here? So I stopped, told her she has five minutes to leave or I am calling to police to get her out of my house, and walked into another room. I came back five minutes later with the phone and said, ok, goodbye and she got up of the floor and smiled (she always inappropriately smiles) and stated it wasn't too bad a day for us, was it? I stated ok, whatever. She is walking out of the door and is bubbly and giggly and states "toodles" ????
Or the time she stated if I dare paint my bathroom red (after days of calling and harrassing me about it) she would never allow me to have her ashes. B/c she would never allow her ashes to be in such a garrish house. I stated ok, mom, mean, but ok....
Oh my goodness, I could totally rant on and on Few people deal with this level of crazy....
My father was actually diagnosed as NPD. All the time I had to listen about him. He would rant and rave. "Can you believe the doctor said I was NDP, me?" At the age of 12 I knew he was...All he ever did was curse and talk about himself. Who had wronged him, why his life was bad, why my mother was c*nt (yup his favorite name for her). I mean just today I told my hubby the chicken nugget incident. I was ten and the McDonalds chicken mcnugget fryer was broken so my father ranted and screamed at this poor 16 year old till she ran in back crying and a manager had to try and calm my dad down... I wanted to disappear. Events like that happened way, way too often....
Last edited by june72; 05/08/1012:05 AM.
M38, H37 S3, S7 Together 15 yrs Married 8 yrs Bomb July 2008 Inhouse separation "I hate you" "We are over" (too many times to count) Reconciled Sept 2009 (still worth it)
