Having coffee, I make it in a glass pyrex cup in the microwave and then pour it through a tea strainer, I guess it's close to french press, I like my kitchen gadgets to be multifunctional, it's a small kitchen. Couple days ago I heard one or two frogs in the pond near where I live, well last night I heard a lot more, I guess the sun is defrosting them out of the mud. Spring Equinox is coming!!
Yesterday evening spoke to my mother on the phone. She was in the throes of grief in her bedroom crying trying to sleep not able to. She finally called me out of obligation not because she actually wants to talk to me. Its rare that I catch her crying then I guess people don't die every day. She was starting to tell me some story about her brother which is also out of character. It was more the character she is in when she speaks to her sister, talkative, confiding. Well I interrupted her story because I could tell she was at the freak out level of upset, super stuffed up nose. I advised her that if she took some cold medicine it would help clear all the inflammation from crying. I also asked her if she had walked her dog which is the activity her and her husband's relationship seems to revolve around. Well she hadn't walked the dog. I suggested she take the medicine and go for a walk in the sun with her dog as this is her normal routine. She texted me later saying it helped a lot and she was feeling better.
I sort of wonder if I shouldn't't have cut her off from talking. If I should have just listened to her. I think I should have just shut up and listened. I wondered was I being narcissistic in that moment. I don't talk to my mother for consolation, I know better than to contact her for any kind of comfort. Maybe I'm not in the position to console her, maybe I'm not the right person for it. Considering the circumstances I think this is okay maybe. I haven't been doing a lot of reflecting lately, I'm not in a deep thoughtful emotional empathetic mode. I know people need to cry to an extent, I'm not sure how much really.
So last night I was up until 3 AM watching TV. My mother had mentioned earlier that she wanted to make an appointment to see a grief counselor. I was feeling sort of bad for her and ordered her a book from Amazon about Narcissism and then canceled it. I ordered it because she still doesn't have insight into the possible personality disorder running through our family. It was also something she said when she was crying I think she frequently doesn't feel like she is ever "good enough".
I ordered the book and then I canceled it. I had second thoughts that she might take it weird. That maybe I should be totally hands off on the situation. I also have up to this point felt armed with knowledge that she didn't have. Even if I couldn't change or control anything at least I could anticipate and identify. I could put a name to the problem.
Here is a very weird part of it. I dislike that it might help her relationship with her sister. That she would obviously lend the book and recommend it to her sister. These people never discuss personality disorders etc. What difference does it really make to me if it should help someone in someway isn't that a good thing?
I feel kind of sorry for my mother. Stunted and all she obviously experiences grief herself and hasn't untangled much to do with her mother. There is another part of me that REGRETS being kind to people. I feel like kindness or helping will backfire. I don't know how it will.
She has a lot of family around her, she isn't exactly reaching out to me.
If she does go to a counseling session I think having read a book about Narcissism would give her so much more to work with rather than blindly groping for explanations.
AND I feel like if I send her that book I am meddling, interfering. It's not my job to help her somehow. I also KNOW that it's not going to change anything between us. IN a really weird way I DON'T want our relationship to improve any longer. I've gotten comfortable with the distance, with the fakeness of it. I have resentment and I know I don't OWE any dues to anybody in my family. Space is the healer when it comes to personality disorder it seems, distance. I also know that the flaws are so deep, the flaws are hardwired into the brain, the flesh of the body. That's why it's a personality disorder. It's not a passing cold virus. A personality disorder has got to be literally what the consciousness, brain fabric is constructed of. A person isn't going to regrow an amputation. I don't really know how bad she is. Why should I care though. Why hasn't she obsessed over the problem until she found a kernal of insight on her own...
I think it's unhealthy for me to be involved, to even think about her.
I think for now I will just let it go as she has continually shown disinterest in my life in general.
Got to clean up my pigsty for a building inspection. There is so much to do in the 3-D world. I don't need to ruminate about my mother's psychological state.. right?
When I was younger the idea of them suffering somehow seemed like it would be satisfying, like justice, getting even. In the end it's not how it works out. It's kinda sad when someone dies even if I don't like them. It's really weird. The strength of a person's emotional ties to a person is somewhat independent of the quality of a relationship. The reality is even BAD relationships ARE STRONG relationships. There is like this common saying that a person "isn't close" to someone. Well I've been telling myself I'm NOT close to these people, but that's not really accurate I guess.