My narcissistic mother (pics) in 2023 is almost over

6:54 am
10/1/2023

You know the night started off so well yesterday. I got transferred over to a different department at work after some prick (team lead boss) started picking on me. He’d always threaten me with a write up, tell me this his boss said my performance has drastically dropped; and eventually he did write me up. But over some dumb petty shit. Some girl kept talking to me (at the time her and I were friends) and she said that he kept trying to talk to her. Something doesn’t add up.

Well he got onto me when my ex boss (team lead that stepped down) started talking to me. I said two things to him and he got onto me for it and said this is why he wrote me up, because I’m under performing. He wanted to see me in his office and I told him that I work and to go do his job and fuck off. Several times. Nearly got fired for it and I just hated my job. Hated going there, hated the work, just hated it all. I stopped talking to everyone.

Now that you’re caught up, this should all make sense. So I put in a transfer and got it. I’m much happier and my old management team says that in so happy and smiling again. I’m away from him and my mum. I’m away from everyone and I just work.

So I’m on the freezers (I work 8 pm to 5 am now, instead of 10 pm to 7 am stocking) and my break is at 10. I go buy some soup and as I walking back to the microwave I see my mum. I say hey and she goes, “You’re so called friends were laughing at you.” I didn’t hear them but I always ALWAYS have both headphones in. It’s not like I’ll talk to then. If spoken to sure. If not, then oh well. It doesn’t bother me one bit. I’m the king of NPC energy.

It’s easier if I just post the texts.

I’m sure she’ll see this too because she has nothing better to do than to stalk me and shit. Or my brothers, same energy. Instead of staying out of my shit and understanding that I have NO ONE to talk to about this shit, they make it worse. I don’t have the money for therapy at the moment!!

I don’t care man. I told my then friends that friends have an expiration date. No one is your friend forever. If you have some that have your back like that, cool. Good for you. But I just don’t care. I’m there to work. I only asked her if I could move in if I get kicked out because my landlord is having a cow over my late rent. Ever since that prick and I got into it, I have been on a 4 day schedule and money has been tight. The lost hours made a huge impact. So I got hit with their mate fees and I asked for some financial help. I’ll know Monday if I got approved.

That’s why she said I only talk to her when I need her. Isn’t that what family is for? I don’t talk to her because of this shit. She’s constantly bitching about someone at work. She says that they don’t like her because she’s better looking than THEM. Mt mum likes to filter her photos to the point that she thinks that’s exactly what she looks like.

It’s SAD.

No one at work likes her and it’s awkward when I have to listen to them tell me. The other day I had to spend half my lunch listening to some lady bitch about her and how she thinks my mum needs to move to a different shift, or a different job because she does not come off as happy. I told her that I don’t talk to her so I don’t know anything. She gave me this you don’t talk to your own mother look. NOPE.

My mum is a very toxic person. She doesn’t talk to my brothers like that. Just me.

As always, she ruined my night. Everyone feels sorry for my sister and they hear her fucking yelling at her at work.

She’s a narcissistic bipolar person.

Me? I’m the loser of the family. The “dreamer” as she says and she does the air fingers when she says it. So what? At least I’m not some miserable piece of shit who cares about what others do, say, or think of me.

I have my own shit to deal with. I’m working on myself, I have a new job, and I’m happy at my job. I help cats, I take long naps; life is good.

If anyone wants talk about me, laugh at me, good for them. I’m happy that they’re so miserable that talking about me or laughing at me brings them a little bit of happiness.

But according to her it’s karma for me not talking to her at work. It’s always about her. I don’t talk to her because she’s toxic as fuck. The less I interact with her, the better.

And since I got my hair colored (I have one or two more sessions left) I’m now border trash. She thinks every Hispanic is out to get her or jealous or some shit. Narcissistic bullshit. So if you know any bipolar narcissistic people, you’ll know that it’s all in their head. Well for her it’s Hispanics. For whatever reason, she hates them. Down right racist ass shit. Shit that makes me go, but you know I’m Hispanic too right? Border trash to her are cheap trashy Hispanic people as she puts it. So now I’m one of them and I came out of her vagina.

GOD!!

This is exactly why I don’t talk to her.

And if I don’t agree with her, baby Jesus help me. She’ll kill me. She’s tried.

She needs to work on herself. She has way too much time on her hands. All she does is hate on everyone else instead of shutting the fuck up and just focusing on her.

So here’s what I look like. My hair is going to be silver when it’s done. I go back in two weeks to get my second color treatment or whatever. When she bleached my hair she didn’t expect it to get like this because normally someone with black 2 hair goes to a blonde 2 or something. She said that my hair went to a blonde 5. So she didn’t expect to be able to do my hair in a day. She also used Redkin products. Well no one had the color we needed or else I’d of left with silver hair. So now I have to look like this until I go back.

This was taken right after I left.

I even told her because I knew she’d fucking say this shit and call me border trash. My hair isn’t even done!! I also told her that, but you know how those fucking narcissistic cunts are.

My stylist told me not to wash my hair every day. She said twice a week and I’ve washed my hair every fucking day. Now it looks like this. She’s going to be so mad at me but, I can’t NOT wash my hair.

And this is what my hair is going to look like when we’re done.

For fucks sake man!! MY HAIR’S NOT DONE!!!!

GOD!!

A few people at work said that my hair looks nice and I keep saying it’s not done yet. It’ll be silver.

But until then, this is how it is.

I hope she finds a different job. I hope she fucking learns to chill a d stop giving a fuck about the rest of the world. If I invested the amount of energy she does complaining about people and being all this person this and that person that, I’d fucking be miserable too.

She makes my stomach hurt. She’ll fucking blow my phone when she reads this, so leave some comments on shit she should do instead of being a miserable cunt.

I am okay with being a loser. I’m okay with being a dreamer. I do me. I have two cats to support. Cats to help, and naps to take. Life is good. I’m happy I’m not like her.

I feel way better getting all of that out. You don’t want to know how much I’ve spent on therapy just to have someone to talk to about my mum and all her crap. God. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some loser so shit to do. Like my volunteer cat shift, dancing, and having a blast digging up cat poop.

Last updated October 04, 2023