One thing I thought about yesterday was this: when I laid down the rules and/or boundaries for Nmom after I had my daughter 2 years ago (of course Nmom went ballistic) and when my daughter was only 7 months old, Nmom broke one of the rules by calling my Dad's wife (my step-mom) horrible names in my house and I wouldn't have it, it led to a 3 hour blow out fight which ended with me apologizing as she cried on the floor. Well, I remember this interesting tidbit:
After about an hour of arguing and fruitlessly instilling my rules as to the why's and what's, etc., I told her that I was in therapy. I told her almost everything. I told her about pain in my childhood and me suffering from low self esteem, etc. Well, you can imagine her reaction....whoa! She went for my jugular and turned into what I feel was the devil appearing right in my own living room. Then I couldn't help it......I ended up shouting at her and calling her a monster, a b--tch, an emotional rapist. I told her she had (back then) a rage problem and could not handle her own children. I told her I was in therapy because I have a new baby and I WOULD NOT want to repeat what she has done to me and my brother. I told her my therapy is the best thing I had ever done for myself and the very reason why I allow her to see the baby, because I am able to deal with her with the tools I got in therapy. That felt so good, really, really good to yell at her.
Then something happened I wished I could have filmed-- it was that amazing. She switched the subject so eloquently I really saw it as artistry. She quickly and easily started talking about my dad's wife all over again and I took her bait. Nmom started crying that I was always on Dad's side and loved his wife more than her, that I treated her more like a mother. Nmom started bawling saying that I always defend his wife, blah blah...she actually turned into a 4 year old child right there in front of me.
I then tried a little experiment. Why not, I had nothing to lose. I started to very calmly tell her that she needed help and that a lot of her actions and things that she says are not normal nor do they sound or look healthy. I told her that she had too much jealousy for dad's wife and that it was not a good thing that she puts so much emphasis on her. I told her that it was okay to feel pain about their divorce, but after 17 years of him being married to "Jane," that it was not healthy to have hatred for a woman she has only seen a few times in 17 years. I started to feel really sorry for her at this point. I asked, no begged, her to look at me face to face with love. I said this slowly and sweetly and told her I was telling her this as a daughter. One that loved her very much. That I was here for her and that I was concerned about her overall wellbeing and not judging her in any way. I reiterated that I was her as a friend, the one she so much wants us to be, etc. I kept repeating to her that her very actions right then and there were unhealthy and not normal, as she was crying, then laughing, then going subject to subject, then insulting my husband to his face, then getting up from her chair and trying to leave, and really acting bizarre. The more calm I was the more she acted like I was cornering her and she was trying to break free. But I kept at it. I did not let go until I got a response about it. WELL, she finally looked over at me and screamed this, I will never forget it:
I DON'T NEED ANYBODY TO TELL ME WHAT TO THINK, YOU WENT TO THERAPY AND GOT ROBBED...HE TOOK YOUR MONEY AND YOU'RE A SUCKER!!!! YOUR SUCH A SUCKER--HAA HAAA HAAA...HE JUST TOLD YOU WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR, SUCKER!! I WENT TO THERAPY DURING OUR DIVORCE AND I KNOW WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT, IT'S NOTHING AND THE THERAPIST WAS ON YOUR FATHER'S SIDE!! I HAVE GOD! I HAVE THE ALMIGHTY LORD IN MY HEART!! I KNOW HE IS WITH ME AND GOD IS MY THERAPY, NOT SOMEONE THAT STEALS MONEY AND JUST TELLS YOU WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR!!!! THAT IS ALL I NEED IS GOD, YOU DON'T HAVE GOD WHATSOEVER!! I HAVE GOD. I HAVE GOD!!!!!!!!!
What's even more interesting is that Nmom NEVER, EVER looked at me eye to eye when I was calmly telling her that she may need to talk with someone or to go to counseling. I begged her to look at me as I was talking and she wouldn't. It wasnt' until she said the above garbage about God is when she looked at me. She screamed at me so loud her spit was on my face.
At 1:15 a.m. I got up from my chair with a smile and said to my bawling Nmom, "I'm sorry, Mom" I shouldn't have never said those things to you...you are right about everything....I don't know what I'm talking about and I'm sorry about all of this." She then stopped crying like a 2 year old and smiled at me and said, "Thank you honey."
I think after writing this down, I have my answer about if I should go NC or not.