-While your mother’s life never seemed perfect, yours definitely was in her eyes. Married, successful, happy, and living comfortably - things she never had. On top of endless guilt tripping, she was an egotistical narcissist, always looking down on others around her, using whoever she wanted like stones holding her above a river stream. She had only come back into your life after you turned 18, not wanting to take any responsibility for you as a child, now seeing you living your best life - it ate her up from inside out. Watching you smile and laugh with your friends and spouse, enjoy a finer life than she ever could, and not letting her snobby comments or foul language taint you-

On a cold winter night, your close friends and family gathered together at the dining table with full bellies and empty plates, everyone simply gushing with waves of compliments about the meal, your meal. Complicated, and delicious, with every aspect meticulously picked and arranged. But there sat your mother, a look of distane in her eyes, brows and lid pinched close together, eyes trained on you like a child watching another open birthday presents. Never has she been so highly regarded, so valued among other, and she wanted that…