This book explained so much. Wow, I tried and tried to be good enough, and I just couldn't get it right. Now, I realize, I'll be damned, it wasn't me, it was her! For her, I never will be good enough. I always felt there was something not right about my mother, but I couldn't get anyone to listen or understand. About eleven years ago, a therapist I was seeing (not the first, or the second, or even the third) told me my mother is a narcissist (she inadvertently met her). My mother is not overtly cruel, but very subtle, quite insidious. She's vain, arrogant, and harshly judgmental of everyone else and their mother. Even as a child, before I could even articulate it, I was amazed and wondered how it was that my mother was the ONLY perfect mother and human in the world! "OTHER people, but not me," she always said. The old bat is 89 now, and she hasn't changed. I don't keep in touch. I'm grateful I have more clarity. I'm grateful I overcame depression. I'm grateful to be alive. Perhaps my father might have had a chance to stay sober without falling off the wagon if he had understood that he could never be good enough for her, not in a million years, may he rest in peace. My youngest sister, my mother's "golden child", I noticed about six years ago, is becoming more and more like my mother. It's so f'ng Twilight Zone. I don't keep in touch with her either. I'm already 63, but from now on, I do my best, always, and if I'm not as good as I wish, well, I'm still good enough, because I did my best.
1/16/2023 Reading this, after my mother died a month ago at the age of 99, with dementia, in a care facility, behaving as my last therapist of 20 some yrs ago guessed she would, and having mourned her loss all those years ago, I was not devastated, but it does impact. You will feel sad. I regret that in the above review I referred to her as "the old bat." That was meant to be cruelly comical. It was a sting of anger prompting me to do that. But I processed grief years ago, plus maintained physical and emotional distance, and this helped buffer and reduce the anger and pain. It becomes manageable, acceptable. Make peace with that, so that when your damaged mother passes, it will not devastate you, leaving you with unresolved issues. (Like a friend of mine. tsk tsk.) A mother can damage us, but it is up to us to heal ourselves. And that is possible! I feel sorry for my mother. My sense is that trauma made her like that. I'm not forgetting what she did, but I understand she couldn't help it. RIP, Mother.