Not even that. Just admit that what I know to be true is true.
She admits to things off the cuff. I have heard her joke about the panic of having a dead guy on hand and no where to hide him. Yet, defending my self against her merciless verbal onslaught by pointing out her own lack of moral fiber gets a full on denial of all of it.
Like my analogy of getting to normalcy being a journey I just don't have a map for, my mother doesn't have the foggiest idea about how far off the beaten track she is, and even if she did, she wouldn't spend a snap of her fingers to make up anything to any one around her.
This is when she becomes NPD. As opposed to a full on bat shit sociopath.
She is so blinkered that she thinks she has us all fooled. That she can reach across the table and metaphorically slap us on the side of the head and settle back in her seat and deny she did it.
Mom, you just dinged me on the side of the head. Oh I did not~!
My ear is still ringing!
It's from all that pot you used to smoke.
She has never looked at her kids as offspring. We were the low ranking competition. Now that the rest of her world died off, we are all that she's got left to attack.
That's the only way to explain the war she waged against me and Sis the past few years.
I don't like the movie White Oleander. It's perfect until the end.
When Michelle Pfieffer could have thrown her kid under the bus, she takes the high road and stays in jail.
For those of you that believe that scenario, watch Investigation Discovery on cable. There is a segment on "Women who Kill" There is not a one of them that didn't tried to pin it on their daughter if they could get away with it.