Grace.
A juggernaut is large lorry.

My mother died last year at 92
I didn't love her, there was nothing to love. I don't miss her, there was nothing to miss.

Truth is it was a relief when she died I felt free.
Free from my mother and middle sister a narcissist/sociopath and mothers chosen Golden Child, her mini me. They were a package.

Though NPD middle sis secretly hated mother even tho she was doted on, worshiped by her.

I do feel the best thing someone can do if they have a destructive NPD family is to get away, as far as possible.

Then there is a chance to be the real you rather than the character imposed on by your narc FOO. Who never 'see' you.

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