Ok, so in March (ish) last year I went non contact with the dreadful mother. I held my breath and waiting for the shit to hit the fan and then nothing, absolutely nothing. Apart from a minor altercation through my grandama when she was visiting the silence was deafing.
Thats ok, i thought, she clearly never loved me anyway. Oh yes it hurt like hell, she's nuts but i expected her to fight for me somehow, but no nothing. I had a rocky few months i can tell you. But i read eveything about narcisitic behaviour and that helped. Ok and sometimes i hacked into her social media page to check on her. the DM to my cousin (fathers side) was a revelation in insanity anyway.
So it turns out that narcisists can go one of two ways. they can either hover around and try to suck you back into the madness or they cut you cold, if you no longer want to play their game. Guess the mother is the 2nd kind.
Anyway through the elder sister and FB i found out she had bought a static caravanwas staying there (near elder sis) and i assumed everything was fine. Apart from that she was using a cane and had been telling people she had ms or a brain tumor.
But in Dec I came home to find the twin waiting. we had had a phone call from some council alarm service asking us to call them about the mother. the number they left was incorrect and we couldn't get back to them. so I phoned the elder one and she said that the mother was down in our town again and that she had been in hospital and was now out. turns out that she had been doing all the things to eldest that she had previously done to us, making up illnesses, turning up at all hours, accusing her of things etc. to the point were eldest sent my GM home and told the mother were to go but remained in contact. Eldest couldn't handle 6 months of this, some of us have been managing for 15 years.
The docs didn't diagnose mental health apparently just arthritis (similar to what the twin has hmmmmmm)
so quick trip round to check and yes she was there (and no i didn't try and ring the bell). so a few days panic including another call by council alarms service in which both twin and i told them to take our names off the list and then nothing further.
Christmas passess in silence, awkward visit with eledest not withstanding. then News years and on the 3rd get a text from eldest. "Your mother is in the hospital due to be transferred to the mad house this evening. She took an overdose on Hogmany and then a second one when the Crisis team didn't turn up as expected"
What do you even say to that. followed closely by minor guilt trip to visit which was steadfastly refused. what eldest didn't say was that overdose was paracetamol and then other pain killers. so not a series attempt more of classic narcistic attempt for attention. shaken but tried to get on with it.
On Sunday then, the mother's neighbour calls all worried as they haven't seen her in a few days. this ends up with me in the middle of Asda sorting out access to the mothers flat for sister with neighbour whilst trying not to get involved. Very upset and of course can't tell the father as thats not allowed apparently.
so eldest sis has draged partner and youngest child down to sort but doesn't bother to come and see her sisters at any point, instead i get a series of guilt trip texts from her trying to get me to visit mother. So i/m in tears and feel sick. her post of a website relating to female parents about it didn't help either, apparently we are the bad guys for not sucking it up and dealing with poor sick (bullying narsistic bi polar) mum. should probably tell her we look at that sight
great start to the new year and getting a better life. oh well at least i have something to tell my doctor on Wed.......
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