Happy Birth/Mother's Day Mummy
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I am stoked because this year I got her two birthday cards and a Mother's Day card that are not only benign (meaning, they don't over-praise her for being a mom or show too much love), but also are perfect in their wording. SHE won't get it. She will think they are cute. But I get it. And I am laughing manically on the inside because of just how perfect they are. Here are her cards:
Here are her two birthday cards:
Now, this card is from me and my hubby. It's really special to me because back in 2013 when I found out she had NPD (when this blog started), she went to our family reunion and told my entire family that she didn't know why I had never achieved anything with my life. See, my family is full of high-achievers and by claiming that I am a loser, it takes the heat off of her. Because I had (and have since) achieved plenty with my life. But not her. The only thing my mother has ever done with her life is gossip. And that's it. By saying I was the one who was the loser, she thought she could look like less of a loser herself. Well, now she has a birthday card that is reminding of that. Granted, she won't see it that way. She won't be hurt by it. I didn't buy it to hurt her. I bought it because it's hilarious to me. She will think it's sweet and nice. And that's what I want. Unlike her, I am not an asshole who likes to hurt people on purpose.
Here is the card from my kids:
This one makes me laugh harder than a hyena at John Mulaney stand-up show. Sounds like a narcissist's curse, doesn't it? "You deserve a day that's as happy as you are wonderful!" *gigglesnort* But I will give her a better day than that. Because, like I said, I am not an asshole. But I also don't go out of my way to make it super awesome either. Though this year she will have a HUGE box full of gifts to open (that I got at various resale shops), so that should make her happy. And I am making a special dinner, too.
My birthday is a week from today. I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO grateful she cannot be in charge of it or shop anymore. I can finally enjoy my birthday again at age 46. Granted, last year was nice, too, but only because of the same reasons.
Well, let's hope she's not a bitch today. Or next week, either. But we'll see.