I am in the process of implementing NC with my Nmother. I use the word process because I believe the best way to get your head out of the lion's mouth is to back out very slowly. My mother has done so much emotional/financial/psychological sabotage to me and mine, it's starting to become humerous. I used to be ambivalent feeling that she, too was the victim of an Nmom and is only a product of a horrible environment. I have a lot of love in my heart and despite the mountain of pain she brought to my life, I still had pity and concern for her well-being. I still have all those things for her, but I have to make a decision of NC for me. She like others have said, groomed me to be her emotional compass and to relied on my love to keep me attached to her forever. But when I think of the fact that in her ideal world, she could place me on a shelf or in her pocket available to her whenever she needs inspiration or encouragement, or a proverbial punching bag, I become livid. She has reduced me to a faithful servant and not the accomplished person I've become. Never mind that I have a husband and a daughter who need and love me. She barely asks about her grand-daughter and recently implied that I didn't need to bring the whole family on my next visit to her as she seems like she can't stand the sight or smell of my husband, a truly wonderful and kind man.
Bella, I understand the cross-roads at which you now stand. If you must maintain some contact with your mother, you should practice some N-hygiene and put up what I now call the "shield." I picked this up in a reading that I've now forgotten, I believe it's "Children of the Self-Absorbed." There is a description there of an imaginary emotionally protective device that you surround yourself with when going into the presence of your neighborhood N. I have to remind myself to use this tool because often I'm already in a happy mood when Nmom catches me off-guard with her nosy, probing, life-sucking weekly calls. When I forget to throw up the "shield" of flat affect and no emotion, I pay dearly for it. Good moods, chipper spirits, not allowed. I've learned to adapt my own personality into one that cow-tows and gives a crap when it comes to her in order to keep her vindictive, mean-ness from sending a N-bullet my way. Frankly, I'm exhausted with her. I don't think it's fair that I have to stifle who I am with her. No contact, sweet no contact, here I come. Thanks for the posting, Bella.
Best
Tiffany