Hello my friends. Today, to heal CPTSD from malignant narcissist parent abuse, I'm going to say something that may shock you. If you've lived with narcissist parents, it won't. I won't and can't ever reconcile with my abusive narcissist parents and here's why.
I will not forgive them. Not now. Not ever. No matter what apologies, promises, requests to talk, whatever efforts are made, I will not budge. Not by society's understanding of forgiveness, that is. The only forgiving I'll do is to acknowledge the past will never be any different. It happened. They did it. But that's not the type of forgiveness most people mean, especially the narcissists. They want a complete absolution without being contrite, without doing or changing a thing. They want it forgotten. And then to go back to business as usual which is more abuse from them.
I will engage in no dialog about it. It's not open for discussion. The window for that closed decades ago. This is non-negotiable, because it is not a negotiation. There are not "two sides to the story." It's not a fight nor a disagreement. I'm not and never have been a participant. I have no responsibility nor culpability in it. I did nothing to bring it on myself. Abused children do not. I have always been the injured party. That's all. The only person I'll be apologizing to is myself for allowing them to hurt me for so long.
Also, you can't forgive the unrepentant. And my remaining parents are not sorry. They have never and will not admit fault. They have not and will not take responsibility. They've expressed no regret at how things affected me, only themselves. They only thing they regret is getting caught. And then there's hell to pay. They got furious with me the one time I brought anything up. So they won't confess but they will play games, manipulate, coerce, accuse, gang up on, attack, ambush, lie, bully, prat scripture wrongly, DARVO, distort, deceive, gaslight, backpedal, dismiss, pooh-pooh, and generally try to twist it into something that is my fault. They won't back down. They will act like they're on the moral high ground. They're not. They're just standing on the mountain of BS they've dealt. And I know this because it's not my first rodeo.
There's nothing for me but more pain in any reconciliation. It won't be a reconciliation, first because there's nothing to reconcile. I am the innocent. Children are. There's only for them to humble themselves, admit, confess and apology. And pigs might fly. But being an empathetic and also bullied child, I will end up confessing to all kinds of things I never did. Just so mom doesn't feel uncomfortable. And she will accept it with haughty Dowager Countess grandeur and never admit to one single thing she has done.
Any reconciliation meeting will be anything but that. Oh they'll feign a desire to "make peace" but they have no intention of actually making it. The burden will be all on me. They will conspire and turn it into a kangaroo court ambush, with me in accused's seat and them as judge. Both my mother and her ex-husband will come together, her to gang up and him as her junkyard dog. They will try to play some kind of spiritual leader shit. They will blow smoke up my ass again like they always do.
They will triangulate (the only thing all my parents ever agreed on was that I was the problem.) He will get pissed when he's backed into a corner (it's not hard to do) and show his true vicious, violent nature. She will drip poison in everyone's ears, to rile them up. She will pout, say she can't remember, play the senile card, and the ingenue and then the long-suffering martyr. She'll cry on my shoulder how mean Bill is and then turn on me in front of him to win him over. I'll be just meat for the rabid dog.
I know how it will go. It's happened so often before. They are accomplished liars, cheats and sneaks and they've got an arsenal of dirty tricks I'm just not prepared to defend against. I bring a flower to a gun fight. I will let down my guard AGAIN and give them the benefit of the doubt when there's no doubt. I'll suck it up and rise above and just let myself be barbecued. I will fall for their horseshit about making amends but I'll be the only making them for things I didn't do.. And just when I think we're making some progress, WHAM, she'll pull out some nasty barbed false accusations she had in readiness. She didn't come prepared to confess but to DARVO.
She'll play like she wants a relationship with me. She doesn't. She wants control over me. She wants what she can get out of me. She'll remind me that I'm her daughter (emphasis on the possessive.) That's she's my mother but only in the "you have to do for, obey, respect, by loyal to, take care of me. God says. and you owe it to me. But she'll be very tightlipped on what she has owed me, about all she did but shouldn't have all she should have but didn't. All the hurt toward me that she turned a blind eye to and even mocked me for.
I'll be the only one compromising, my principles and my sanity, that is. Over things I had no hand in. I'll be called a liar or a showoff if anything they did is actually addressed. No one but me will back down, or forgive. I cannot safely be honest with them so I can never have a conversation unless she orchestrates it. Everything must maintain her fake narcissistic fantasy. She will resent and punish me forever if she is forced to admit to something or is caught in a lie.
It will hurt all over again, worse to hear her demeaning me, dismissing my very real pain. It'll hurt to hear yet again, the lies and evasions. And how little she cared about the hell they put me through. How the most horrendous things, like abandoning me or joining him attacking me, about taking his part over mine every single damn time, like letting that deadbeat kick me out of my house. I'll have to hear her fake pity parties about how she didn't know (the fuck you didn't you were right there). Or how she has no memory of it happening. She has no memory because never cared about what hurt me. It's only about her. And I'll have to be reminded just how little she cared and cares about me, yet again.
Why would I put myself through that? How could you even begin to "reconcile" that? How can you forgive what they're not sorry for. I don't think even God can. And they have no intention of changing. They want me to say all they did was right and proper. They want me sweep it under the rug so they can get back me back in their greedy clutches. And they will gaslight and shame the hell out of me if they don't let them. And it just go on as before.
I don't even want to have any conversation anymore. It brings up all kinds of pain that I would like to forget. It sends my nightly trauma nightmares to nuclear level. And you know what, I don't have to do anything I don't want to do. Nothing. There may be consequences but not it this case. They have nothing to use on me, no leverage, no power anymore.
Will I regret not having a relationship when they're gone? I sure as hell will regret and probably resent that they didn't love me as they should. But miss them? Well, how can you miss what you never had? And as for giving second chances, I've given umpteen million chances and she's snubbed them all. So there's a chance she may change, you say. If she'd wanted to make changes to improve she could have done it years ago. But all she did was lie and burn bridges. And so she might still, you say. And, so? That's nothing to do with me. She's lived her life entirely for herself heedless of how it always hurt me. Now she's going to have to live with the consequences of her choices. I'm not going to bail her out like I always did. She's on her own now, by her own choice, like I was always left alone, only not by my choice.
I especially shouldn't do something that's bad for both of us. If she's to have a hope of heaven, she needs to do some humbling of that colossal pride and arrogance. And that has nothing to do with me. I can't fix it for her by body blocking her from consequences anymore. Am I punishing her for what she did to me. You mean all those times she abused, neglected, abandoned, endangered, smacked my face, lied about me, lied to me, were sexually gross with me, humiliated me, exploited me, let her boyfriend sexually assault me? Going no contact with that is punishing them? Not really because they haven't reached out to me and never did. The only thing that matters to them is not me but what they can get from me. And it's nothing compared to the harm they have wreaked on me all my life.
Am I preventing her from getting forgiveness? Well, she needs to confess and be contrite, first. And I've never heard or seen any genuine remorse. There were weaponized apologies said so I'd apologize. There were backpedaling I'm sorrys which were more of defense and excuse. When anything is brought up to her, she denies or "can't remember." So there's that.
But let's say for argument, she at some point has a death bed conversion. Great. But that doesn't involve me. Should she apologize? Yes, I would and have for my wrongs. But that still doesn't mean I'm obligated or responsible to do anything about it. She can ask to meet with me and I can say no. She can say sorry and I can choose whether or not to forgive. She can write me a letter which I may or may not read. But she has never bothered so why would she now. I probably wouldn't read it because it would open up old wounds.
So she needs to confess to get into heaven. Well, operative word, confess with real contrition. Even God's forgiveness isn't unconditional. He doesn't owe it and neither do I. If she was so concerned, she'd have have thought of that earlier instead of waiting till 84. I'm not falling for some eleventh hour foxhole confession. That would not be about helping me. It would be her having fire insurance and soothing her conscience. But you have to actually listen to your conscience like you're always telling others to, Nan.
If she'd wanted to help she have started ages ago. Instead she began as she meant to continue, with abuse and more abuse. And all this focus on what I should or shouldn't be doing just shows the problem more clearly. It was always ever about her and what she wanted, never me. Well, if you live your life selfishly mistreating others, you don't get to then dictate to them how they are supposed to treat you. She acted like she never owed me anything, I don't owe her. Reciprocity is what goes around comes around.
The fact that I'm sitting here at 11:35 pm on a work day, writing out my apologia, instead watching a good mystery and petting my cat, demonstrates the problem. I give an eff, she doesn't. She's not agonizing about any of this. She's blissfully snoring away oblivious to the trauma she's caused while her daughter trauma nightmares all the blasted night long. While daughter pounds her keyboard trying to make some sense of her suffering that mom caused and then scorned. Mom ignores her own conscience while daughter conscientiously tries work out what's right even by her abusive mother and the flying monkeys in her head!
Well, one thing is certain is the chaotic life of mine. I'll never have a discussion about it with them. If God expects me to, well, he's going to have to work hard to show me. Because where I'm standing, it is a dangerous proposition for me. And I do not believe that forgiveness God's way is anything like the flying monkey Christians say it is. That way just leads to more suffering. So I don't not bear them ill will. I don't want to see bad things happen to them. I'm not vindictive. And I'm also not backing down to them ever again. I'm not throwing myself on the shit puddle so milady can walk over me. What happened happened, dammit. That's my story. My reality. The reality.
She will have to find her own way out of this web of deceit she's spun, or not. But spider's web is strong stuff, so yeah. All I know is it's not my problem. If I go in trying to help, I'll get stuck too. I didn't ask to have to go no contact with them. They didn't leave me any alternative. I'm not closing the door. They did that repeatedly. I'm just not holding it open for them only for them to slam my hand in it agai. I'm not burning bridges I'm just not putting out the fires they start. I'm letting slammed doors stay shut and keeping my wee little appendages safe. I'm letting them incinerate all around them if that's what they're going to do. I couldn't stop it if I wanted to. And I'm tired of getting burned. If that means I'm "stooping to their level" or "not being the bigger person" or unforgiving, yeah, okay, I really don't care. I'm done. And I don't care who disagrees or disapproves. I'm not asking permission anymore.