Every. Single. Time. I try to talk to my mother about more than the time and weather, I feel awful. Somehow we only know how to talk about the painful past, in which I remember everything so vividly through the eyes of a helpless child, and she remains narcissistic and oblivious to all of the abuse she inflicted and the horrible things she let happen to me. I remember many things crystal clear and she remembers...her petty relationship drama and all of the issues she faced with "his" family.

After going through intensive therapy and being in a place of forgiveness and understanding with my mom, I now sit there and listen to her vent and relive her "annoying" story. I allow her to forget I was there too and to forget all of the anguish I am still fighting as an adult.

It's so hard accepting she will never change. I dream of having ANY sort of connection and relationship with her but she will forever be stuck in her patterns and warped thinking.

Had to vent.