The only maybe 2-3 describable
The only maybe 2-3 describable words that really fit my mom are narcissistic, sociopathic, and abusive. Nothing good comes from her. She feels absolutely no emotions that are real, only thinks of herself, is nice to you and puts on a fake-ass mask to be nice until she gets what she wants from you and if she doesn't, then manipulates you into feeling bad for her or whatever she wants you to feel. I have looked up several definitions of a narcissist and she fits every category there is. All of the attention needs to be on her, good and bad, all of the time. She only wants revenge on my dad for “taking me away from her through various court battles”. She doesn't give a donkey’s butt about anyone in her life; they are all a pawn on her chess board. Een her daughters and people that you’d imagine she would love. She can't. Not me, not my sister. She in her own little bubble reality of make believe and in a giant cloud of her lies.
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