My mother passed away peacefully in her sleep this morning.
There was no pain.

We had made our peace a day ago on the phone. I retained my cool stance but managed to show my love by making her laugh and giving in to her demands for me to tell her that I loved her. Once I did she asked me to say it three times and I said she was just being greedy. We laughed.
I think at that moment we both understood each other.

My dear complicated NPD mummy. So vulnerable, so harsh, so unforgiving yet so soft. I miss her already.

The emotional chess game has ended in a final checkmate.
But funny enough, I wish I wasn't playing that game.



Ignore my previous post. I wasn't being duped at all.
NPD: the crying wolf disease.