28/11/2023
❄️ Seems fitting to repost this as the Holiday season is here.⚠️
One of my mother's favorite things to do near the end of her reigning martyrdom, was to play this game of who should I invite to my "first" Christmas Dinner.
She'd already managed to split my stepsisters apart by claiming one said something about the other. Of course we all never just right out asked each other why they said, what we were told they said. We were groomed not to ask.
If Mom wasn't speaking to one of the others then neither can you. That was her game plan.
So she'd do this ridiculous thing with us and have two dinners for different holidays. She made it a game as to who was getting along with whom.
If we didn't have time to be at her dinners due to prior family plans, she'd play us off against each other even more.
We could all come at the same time there was plenty of room, but she did this ridiculous thing as long as she could.
While there if we were at the first dinner and something wasn't done to her expectations, she'd say in disgust, that she hoped that didn't happen with the other sister's dinner.
Of course she'd then play it in reverse for the second round, how nothing like that happened at the first dinner.
It was fexking ridiculous how she played these games.
God forbid you didn't give her a present, even though she stipulated that gifts exchanges were only for the children. That was something I just stopped giving because I was done with the BS of how so and so had given her something actually useful.
Like okay Ma, no matter what you complain. So I decided to play her card and not give anything to her. I spent more on the kids like we were told to do.
Narcissists never let you down when it comes to them being disappointed in you, no matter what you do.