house of bonsai: 2000s: the real estate glut

August 14, 2006

2000s: the real estate glut

She owns two houses in New England and one in the Bahamas; she used to shuffle among them (as well as visit a monastery retreat center in California). When asked "where does your mother live?", I really couldn't answer. It was like she was in the witness protection program.

None of these houses has a proper caretaker; the New England houses have none at all, and the Bahamas house has had a series of local scheisters whose philosophy could be summed up as "while the cat's away, the mice will play". One of them actually walked off with $50,000.00 of her money, which she'd given him as an advance for repair work which needed to be done after a hurricane damaged the roof and some of the interior of the house. Her life has become so unmanageable that she didn't even consider trying to go after him. The $50K incident is only the most egregious of a big pile of costly moves she's made (or failed to make) in managing these properties.

She berates us children about the fact that we don't help out more, but we all have our own adult lives and jobs and never asked her to take on so much real estate; however, the "poor me" POV is still dominant, despite the fact that she has more than sufficient funds to hire good help, if only she would do it, or authorize one of us to do it. Meanwhile, the houses are going to hell in a handbasket...cue violins..."poor me...I need to be affirmed...I was an only child and I always wanted a big family so we could all be together...I just wanted a place where we could all be together...I worked so hard to keep us all together after your father raked me over the coals...I was raped by the legal system..."

What does that actually have to do with the termites in the roof, Mom? Am I missing something?

My brothers and I have also offerred to help her sell off a house or two (all of which have gone up in value and would sell easily), but she always finds an excuse to put a barrier in place. "My health comes first...I have to do estate planning first...I haven't filed my taxes yet...as soon as I get to the Bahamas/California/Martha's Vineyard I will do x". Of course, if she does manage to change her location, after putting in a supreme effort, she's useless for weeks thereafter, just trying to recover. Etc., etc., etc, bait and switch.

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first post, August 2006

Recently, it's come to my attention that I have a challenge to meet, a life-altering decision to make: can I continue to have contact with my mother and still hold onto my integrity, my sanity, my serenity?

My mother (who at her best was at one time glamorous, brilliant, interesting, eclectic, and self-absorbed) has morphed over the past years and decades into an unrepentant, myopic, full-blown narcissist. She turns all conversations back to the topic of herself, thinks nothing of the true welfare of others (although she sometimes pretends to do so for short periods when it serves her), and can never take even partial responsibility for any of her actions or inactions. "I am sorry" is a phrase which never falls from her lips...never.

Everyone has bad times and bad luck, but in her eyes, her bad times and bad luck are always worse than anyone else's. She's been "going through a hard time" from the years of my earliest memories, at age 3 or 4, more or less non-stop up through today. Her reaction to others putting up healthy boundaries (in my case, very late in life) is to fly into one of her legendary rages. She also cannot take responsibility for the fact that her actions (and inactions) have been prime contributors to the very negative, sad, isolated place her life has now become.

Her friends, subjected increasingly to her incessant self-focus and self-pity, have been abandoning her in droves, finally tiring of the asymmetric nurturing she requires of all those around her. This trend has put even more pressure on me, in recent years, to be there for her, as one of her last remaining contacts. And now even I am throwing in the towel, going against every ounce of socialization I've received (as her only daughter) from her and from society at large.

Because one of the primary methods of a narcissist is be at the center of attention (whether positive or negative, sometimes it doesn't even matter to them) and to have others see life through their distorted point of view, it seems that children of narcissistic parents can really bear the brunt of this disorder.

It seems that it is only now --- after 40 years of life on this earth, a decade or more of escalating attempts to help her with her never-ending, chronic-by-design problems and issues, several recent severe crises due to my overextending my and my partner's energies to try to help even more --- that I am able to even look at the history, the issues, and for a sane path out of this dark thicket of her pathology. I attribute this growth to increasing self-esteem and resiliency, due in no small part to a wonderful partner and friends, as well as some therapy.

Merely telling my friends "she makes all conversations into brochures about herself" or "she can't apologize" doesn't even begin to illustrate the true depth of Narcissistic Personality Disorder. If I sit down to chat and tell these ridiculous stories over again with various friends, particularly in enough detail to give even a fraction of the full picture, it will take up too much of our potentially much more pleasant time together.

At the same time, I do want those who are close to me to understand what it is that I've experienced, on whatever level they're interested or have time for --- from skimming a post or two to reading more extensively. Much of it will come as a surprise, precisely because of the fact that the sheer oddness and inappropriateness of her behaviour leads me not to bring it up in polite company. It's all too weird, too complicated, and too unsavory to discuss within the context of an average dinner with friends...

Perhaps most importantly, these memories have been living in my head for years, and I've been holding onto them almost like a set of worry beads, a template to keep in mind in case other narcissistic people try to enter my life, so I can run in the other direction. Since, in her absence, I'm finally beginning to trust my judgment a bit more, I think I can safely begin to let these memories go, to let them fade a bit --- to the best extent possible. Writing them out, I'm hoping, will go a good way toward accomplishing that "letting go".

Whether you're an old friend, a treasured colleague, or someone whom I've met and bonded with through the online ACON community, I welcome your comments and cherish your ongoing support and friendship.

house of bonsai

August 14, 2006

2000s: the real estate glut

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