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Roots First: Healing for Narcissists & Their Victims When you kill the ROOT, you kill the fruit. The ultimate ROOT killer? FORGIVENESS.

ROOTS FIRST: For narcissists & their victims, one must drill down to the the TRUTH of the matter, past wounds, at the very ROOT, in order to get rid of it once & for all.

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22/10/2025

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Your mother didn't just damage individual children, she sabotaged the sibling relationships that might have offered refuge from her toxicity. Like a puppet master orchestrating a tragedy, she assigned each child a role that served her needs whilst ensuring they'd never unite against her manipulation. The golden child became her emotional spouse and public relations triumph, showered with conditional praise for reflecting her superiority. The scapegoat absorbed her projected shame and failures, blamed for everything wrong in the family system. These weren't naturally occurring dynamics, they were strategically manufactured divisions designed to keep her children competing for scraps of approval rather than supporting each other through shared trauma.

The roles she assigned poisoned sibling bonds before they had a chance to develop authentically. The golden child learnt that maintaining mother's favour required participating in the scapegoat's devaluation, whilst the scapegoat watched their sibling receive the love and validation they were systematically denied. Like soldiers forced to fight on opposite sides of a war neither chose, you were pitted against each other in a game where she controlled all the rules, moved the goalposts constantly and ensured nobody could win except her. The resentment, jealousy and mistrust that festered between you wasn't a reflection of your characters, it was the inevitable result of her deliberate manipulation.

What makes this particularly devastating is that your siblings were the only people who truly understood what living with her was like, yet her strategic division ensured you experienced the abuse in isolation rather than solidarity. The golden child couldn't acknowledge the abuse without risking their privileged position, whilst the scapegoat's attempts to expose the truth were dismissed as jealousy or attention-seeking. She maintained control by ensuring that any alliance between you threatened her power, so she rewarded division and punished unity, celebrated competition and destroyed cooperation.

Some adult children of narcissistic mothers manage to rebuild sibling relationships after recognising the roles they were forced to play, often after the mother's death or when one sibling finally breaks free and extends a hand to the others. But many discover that the damage runs too deep, that their siblings remain invested in the roles that once protected them or that years of manufactured rivalry have created genuine animosity that can't be undone. Either outcome is valid and neither is your fault, you were all casualties of a woman who valued control over her children's wellbeing.

The grief for the sibling relationships you deserved but never had is legitimate and profound. You lost not just a healthy mother but also the possibility of siblings who might have been allies, confidants and lifelong friends. She stole those bonds before they could form, replacing potential solidarity with enforced competition. Whether you've managed to reclaim some connection with your siblings or accepted that the damage is irreparable, remember that the division was her creation, not yours and the loss you feel is yet another item on the long list of what her narcissism cost you.

09/10/2025

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MUFFINGATE CONT...Part 2
๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ

๐ŸŒŸ I'm GLAD I hid the muffins. (I'm still giggling inside...๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚). It seems to have really, really pi**ed him off. Or set him off in some way, hurt, angry, disappointed. Probably connects directly to this root where his narc of a mother always had gifts for everyone but him. Isn't that where this started??

From MY perspective, I'm just happy I don't have to stress out about him eating them all and making some sort of silly excuse for it, like 'I forgot', leaving me with a BEVY of emotions, displaced hurt, anger, betrayal -- did you do this on purpose -- unresolved, unfulfilled expectations, etc...instead, I can just RELAX and enjoy my damn muffins, with all my EXPECTATIONS BEING FULFILLED!!! Without the ANXIETY of thinking like a I'm in a chow hall in the military!

I know this SEEMS like a small thing, after all it's just muffins. Make some more, for heaven's sake. But it's not the muffins. It's all the past emotional trauma that the muffins represent.

He'll eat the food he knew you wanted. He'll break your favorite bowl, or cup. He'll do laundry, but shrink or bleach your favorite clothes. Then tell your friends what a bitch you are... ๐ŸŒŸ

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MUFFINGATE - Part 1
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09/10/2025

๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ
MUFFINGATE - Part 1 of 2
๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ

Ok, I'm going to share this. PLEASE don't beat me up. I keep a running journal, this is today's entry. I thought maybe someone else might get a vicarious giggle from it. Note: We live together, but are low/no contact...go figure...anyway...

Thursday
September 21, 2017

๐ŸŒŸ Ok, so due to hurricane Irma, we missed making a bank deposit and were charged a $35 NSF fee FOR AN AUTO WITHDRAWAL TO A MINISTRY that came in over the weekend. Ok, not the bank's fault.

So, come Monday, when NarcBoy went to the bank, I said, just ask them if they would even consider removing that charge, since it WAS due to the hurricane.

He asked, got a lecture on responsibly, then said she'd run it past her manager. Not hopeful.
I kept checking online, but no go. I was miffed, but whaddaya gonna do... Let it go, let it go...

A few days later, whaddaya know! Bada bing, bada boom, charge reversed! YAAAY! Thank you Jesus!

So, now I'm torn...do I tell NarcBoy, (NEVER tell them your good news, they will ruin it...) or do I just keep it to myself and move on. I was very excited about it though... Should have known that was a danger sign...

So I break down and tell him. He says, "Well, good." (Mind you, I'm EXPECTING something like, "Just for the asking! Good lookin out, babe!) I know, manage my expectations better...๐Ÿ˜•

So I say, "$35 just for flapping your gums!"... To which he responds, "Yeah, flappin your gums.."
To which I say, "...um, you're welcome...", at which point he leaves the room..... ๐Ÿค” ....๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ซ exasperation...๐Ÿ˜ซ... Just no acknowledgement whatsoever. Mind you, this is something he would NEVERRRRRRRRRRRR, EVERRRRRR have done on his own.

EMPATHY (wanting to share news that was good for him as well) vs APATHY (no acknowledgement of my part whatsoever). ๐Ÿ˜• ๐ŸŒŸ

๐ŸŒŸ So I found a new pumpkin muffin recipe I wanted to try...for ME!!!

So this morning, he sees me rounding up all my ingredients and says, "Whatcha makin..??" I pretend I didn't hear him and continue with what I'm doing. He goes outside.

When he comes back in, the kitchen smells amazing and the muffins are cooling on the counter. To which he says, "Umm, muffins!" To which I'm thinking, "Not for you, as***le." He gets a drink of water and goes back outside.

Once done cooling, I sit down, in HIS chair, with a plate of nice, fresh muffins and some nice hot coffee, and enjoy the fruits of my labor.

When I'm done, I clean up the kitchen, box up the remaining muffins......and hide them! ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ Leaving my empty dishes, crumbs and all, at his place at the table... This gives me sick satisfaction. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ And leaves me with plenty of muffin SUPPLY...!!!!!!! ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

When he comes back in, he sees it all, but never mentions it.....๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ ๐ŸŒŸ

๐ŸŒŸ Were these two events related...??? Mmmm...๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”...maybe...maybe not...remains to be seen... childish...?? Maybe...But it made me feel all giggly inside...(gleefully wipes muffin crumbs from chin...) ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

Proceed to
MUFFINGATE - Part 2
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04/10/2025

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The moment when you casually mention something from your childhood and watch the entire room fall silent is both validating and devastating because it forces you to confront just how abnormal your "normal" actually was. You might be sharing what feels like a mundane story about your mother; perhaps how she gave you the silent treatment for weeks over a minor mistake or how she regularly went through your personal belongings whilst lecturing you about privacy being something you had to earn. To you, these memories feel like ordinary family dynamics because they were your everyday reality, but the shocked expressions and uncomfortable silence that follows reveals that what you survived was far from ordinary or acceptable.

Your narcissistic mother was incredibly skilled at normalising her abusive behaviour by framing it as typical parenting, family dynamics or even evidence of how much she cared about you. She convinced you that other families operated the same way, that all mothers occasionally exploded into rage over trivial matters, that emotional manipulation was just how people expressed love when they were stressed or overwhelmed. You learnt to minimise, justify and explain away treatment that would horrify anyone with healthy family experiences, because acknowledging the reality of what was happening felt too dangerous or overwhelming for your young psyche to process.

The gaslighting was so thorough that you genuinely believed everyone's childhood included walking on eggshells around unpredictable adults, having their emotions dismissed or mocked, being parentified to manage grown-up problems or living in constant fear of triggering someone's explosive anger. When friends mentioned their own families, you assumed they were simply leaving out the difficult parts, that behind closed doors their homes contained the same emotional terrorism that yours did. This assumption protected you from fully grasping the extent of what you were enduring, but it also meant you carried those experiences into adulthood without understanding their true impact.

The shock on people's faces when you share these "casual" stories isn't just surprise; it's recognition that you've revealed something profoundly traumatic whilst speaking about it as if it were completely normal. Their silence often contains horror at the treatment you endured, sadness for the child who had to survive such dysfunction and sometimes discomfort at realising they have no idea how to respond to someone who experienced such systematic psychological abuse. These moments can feel isolating because you're suddenly aware of how different your reality was from theirs, how much healing work you still have ahead of you.

What makes this realisation particularly painful is understanding that the coping mechanisms you developed to survive your mother's treatment; the hypervigilance, the people-pleasing, the emotional regulation of others, weren't just personality quirks but necessary survival adaptations to genuinely traumatic circumstances. The anxiety you feel in normal situations, the way you brace for conflict that never comes, the difficulty you have trusting that people's kindness doesn't come with hidden conditions; all of these responses make perfect sense when viewed through the lens of what you actually lived through rather than the minimised version you carried in your own mind.

These moments of recognition, whilst sometimes jarring, are actually crucial steps in your healing journey because they help you understand that your struggles aren't character flaws or personal inadequacies, they're normal responses to abnormal circumstances. When you can finally see your childhood experiences through the eyes of people who grew up with safety and unconditional love, you begin to develop the compassion for yourself that your healing requires. The silence that follows your stories isn't judgment of you, it's acknowledgment of the strength it took to survive what you survived and validation that your struggles in recovery are completely understandable given what you endured.

26/09/2025
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