Shopping in Woolworths at Christmas time became the start of a painful Christmas memory.
My narcissistic mother used her dysfunctional obsession with my brother to make my lasting Christmas memory pain.
If it happened only once, I could write it off as a lack of foresight or a mistake, but when it happened more than once, there is a pattern established of it being deliberate and intentional.
“The Family Football” and “The Christmas Unwrappings” are two of my most memorable, in a negative way, Christmas recollections.
More on those stories to come.
I knew my mother favored my brother and spoiled him. My real Christmas gift those two years was my gain of knowledge, actually an epiphany appropriate for the holiday season.
When dealing with my brother, I learned my mother could not say no. There was nothing I could say or do that would impress her otherwise. Knowing the answer, the question remained unknown. Why?
Learning that reason took years, actually almost a lifetime, and proved to me how self-absorbed my mother really is.
More to Come…
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