OK, so maybe you can write a book from stories like these, Kathy! These people really take the cake. :: shaking head::
Here's my christmas N-tale: my mom lives with my brother (the GC, and up till now, totally co-dependent) and his family. I sent them a package and addressed it "bro + wife + family". I hesitated about the "& family"... I knew I couldn't spell out the kids' names - or my mom would take offense at being left out. Her present is being mailed separately. When it arrived, my mom wanted to open it immediately and see if her present was in the box too. Bro said no... it's not addressed to you... and of course, she went off into a rant of "What? I'm not part of the family anymore?"
I had other things to talk to bro about last night, so he told me this story and I told him: I knew whatever I wrote she'd find a way to turn it negative. I think my bro actually "heard" that... which is progress of sorts. I'm not sure exactly what has changed with him - or if the change is "durable" - but we have been able to have civil, productive conversations lately, even if he still doesn't understand what his title is or what is expected of him by the CPA and lawyers, etc. I do think it helps that I've been chatting with my SIL - his wife - because the poor girl has been casted to play the role I played in that unholy triangle. It's a real good sign that my mom is mad at my bro now... for taking sides with his wife, instead of mommy. SIL & I talked about how her kids shouldn't be made responsible for "taking care of Grandma", too. She no longer leaves them alone with Grandma -- who fills their heads with whispered crap about how bad their mom is, projecting out that mom is "sick", etc. All without realizing that she is - in that present moment - doing exactly what she is accusing SIL of doing. But she does tell ME what she does - and again, doesn't realize the projection... it used to trigger me; my own horror at what she was doing... and I did break a bottle of wine unconsciously during one of those monologues. It affects me less but it does still affect me...
My Christmas present to bro & family is a sort of invitation to come visit me at the beach. No; my mom is NOT invited. I uncontrollably self-destruct when I'm around her. And I can finally say that out loud, even over my bro's insincere, shocked horror that I would exclude my mom. It's an experiment... to see if it's possible to have more than a formal, business boundary limited relationship with bro. And a chance to observe them interact - sans my mom. If he doesn't accept - if he feels he can't leave his mom - then SIL & kids are still welcome. It's up to him to make those decisions and choices for himself.
But here's the deal: once you can learn to laugh at these shenanigans - the pathetic lengths they go to - to make someone, perhaps yourself, feel guilty, responsible, accountable for the rediculous life, self, and world-view framework that they have created for themselves - once it seems rediculously patheticly desperately overly-emotionally "needy"... that means you've put enough distance between yourself and them and the upside-down, inside-out perverse N-games to start building a healthy, meaningful life of your own. Sure, they will "up their game"... but it's all crap they're imposing on themselves, to convince themselves that somebody else is to blame... and to support the pure fictional delusion that they, themselves are victims of your cruelty.
Christmas seems to bring out the worst in Ns - and for us children of Ns, we live in dread of that nameless, unpredictable "spoiler" of what should be a simple, enjoyable, time of sharing. I refuse to let my mom ruin this for me anymore. As a little kid, I couldn't see the mind-games going on; I didn't understand the misery, hostility, etc that was imposed on this holiday celebration. But, you know, kids seem to have some direct link-up with the truth, even if they don't have the words to form the thoughts and understanding. And I think it just broke my heart that my mom couldn't - even for one or two days - put aside all her rules; stop imposing her negativity on everyone else while expecting them to "make her happy" - just for that little bit of time. In my kid-brain, I didn't realize it wasn't just me. Memories of other people reacting to that berserker of negativity that my mom is, are filtering back into my brain.
The worst for Ns is to experience other people enjoying themselves - willy-nilly - chaos of wrapping paper in the air, laughter, happy secrets, yes you can have another cookie, and not having a hissy-fit meltdown about not being in "control" of everyone and everything, at all times. It took a long time for me to realize I'd been so indoctrinated & programmed that the N-version was the "right" way for things to be... that I was doing exactly the same thing to myself and those around me. Fortunately, I did finally come to my senses! LOL. At the christmas party I went to, last weekend, I was literally speechless and just visually taking in the "pretties" that were everywhere in the house. Like a little kid struck in awe at how special that very moment was... and surprise, that someone else saw and thought the little things I noticed (but didn't allow myself to enjoy) were important, too.
Permission to "keep" Christmas - in my own way, and to let others do the same - granted.