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My mother unfriended me on all forms of social media over a year ago. It was during all the drama of us not paying her rent and asking for the cell phone back that she refused to pay for.

I am still connected with several people who are still connected with her.

Recently I have noticed that she has been commenting and liking and all kinds of warm fuzzies on social media posts of our mutual friends. My mom has not commented on anything on social media in years (at least not on our mutual friends) - she doesn't comment or like - maybe one or two things a year.

I don't have the time or mental energy to try to explain how this behavior is so classic for her or any narcissist. If you want to know how a narcissist operates feel free to google it but this is my mom's way of nonverbally communicating with me.

Hi mom. Welcome to my blog.

To whomever felt it necessary to reveal to her my blog or my posts please know it wasn't a secret. I have not kept it hidden or hoped she wouldn't find out.

I have nothing to hide.

I understand that many who know her may feel like I am violating her or throwing her under the bus. I am sorry if you feel this way. I imagine that it is impossible to believe that the Judy you know could be the one I write about. This is the art of an abuser - a narcissist - this is why abuse is perpetuated. Victims are doubted and not believed because the person they are accusing is loved by all and cannot be seen as ever doing wrong.

My mother is the nicest person you will ever meet. Service oriented. Funny. Giving. Thoughtful. She will always remember your birthday and other special events. Seriously she is the best.

As a mother. She is the opposite of all of this. She had good moments definitely but I have learned over these past many years though that her good moments were actually emotional ammunition to be used against you at a later date to manipulate you.

I don't share what I do to win pity or to shame her. I share because I am not alone. I share because there are people still trapped in abusive relationships unable to get out because of guilt, shame and fear who need to know they are not alone and that they cannot only get out and survive but they can thrive.

I know some people would say that I am not being Christlike in sharing the deeply personal things that happened. That forgiveness is forgetting and moving on and that Christ forgets sins and remembers them no more so how could I claim to be Christian and do this to my mother?

The scriptures are full stories of the wicked and the harm they inflicted on others. They are also full of stories of hope and of healing through Christ.

I am a follower of Christ. I have experienced and witnessed evil in some of its darkest forms but I have also seen the hand of my Savior in my life and felt of his redeeming love.

I share what I do about my mother to help other people. To literally throw off the veil of secrecy that abuse thrives in. I understand if you disagree but I will continue to share because it needs to be done.



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