Years ago, when B was newly-married to his ex, she took a solo trip to Winnipeg. While she was away, B suffered a near-fatal ulcer bleed on the aorta and was rushed to hospital. It was so bad, he was actually given the Last Rites.
"Please let me know if he dies," she said off-handedly when called by a mutual friend. Click buzz. That was it! Didn't return home. Didn't call B. Couldn't have cared less.
This has come to mind because my stepson recently fell down a flight of stairs and broke his neck. The son lives in Ottawa and the mother lives in Ottawa, but when informed of another near-fatality in her family said, "I'll keep him in my thoughts, thank you."
That was it! Her own son lies in a coma near death and all she can muster up is a perfunctory ho-hum. Click buzz.
What kind of a mother does that?! I can't even fathom! They are estranged, for obvious reasons, given the kind of mother she is(n't). But still, would a mother not react and immediately visit a son who is close to death in intensive care a 15-minute drive away -- even if only to put on an act?
Yep, folks. That's the kind of ex and mother I have been dealing with for 46 labourious and relentless years. This is the same person who claimed she was so devoted to her children she had to have full custody, which forced us to spend tens of thousands on lawyers and psychologists to get joint custody! What happened to the "devoted mother act?"
Thankfully, we no longer have to, except in times of emergency when we are contacted by authorities in case we have to pull the plug. Horrors! (Thankfully, he is recovering.)
I consider her a demonic, malignant narcissist; her deeds confirm it.
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| Underneath the dyed-blonde hair and beatific smile lurks this. |
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