The other parent
It’s always been easy to see the overt problems in the system. Those problems were obvious. Yet, the other parent surely had numerous errors in how they showed up and led me through the narcissist household. But it was only today that I realized just how much the other parent was at fault.
It’s easy to overlook behaviors when the other parent is calm, and holds the most warmth in the system. It’s easy to think they are “the good one” when you empathize with their position of being married to a monster, and craft up excuses of why they stay. It’s easy to uphold the behaviors they taught you, which are precisely the behaviors that kept them in the relationship with the N—because you were hopeful they were on your side.
That’s what I’ve done my entire life. I gave her the benefit of the doubt. She was always arguing with him why he was wrong. She was warm. She was calm.
And yet she never defended me. In fact, she threw me to the wolves every time.
Any time I directly identified problematic behavior towards me, from the age I could speak into adulthood, she turned on me and told me why I was wrong and why I should accept the behavior. Eventually I became mute.
As a child struggling with the emotions of living in such a system, she ignored the physical signs that it was severely harming me while other adults grew concerned. She ignored medical advice.
She showed me how to embrace a person who was emotionally, mentally and spiritually stabbing me, and physically destroying me. She encouraged it.
She encouraged the infantilization and withheld teaching me adult skills, even when I pleaded with her as a child while watching my friends learn how to pay bills and approach college. She entered my abusive siblings into programs that taught them life skills.
She took my all of paychecks at my first job— $800+ a month—and taught me nothing about money or opening a bank account. She spent it all on furniture and decor.
She became ill and I grieved her for years. She was still alive and never again herself.
Somehow she became the almost perfect parent. If only she hadn’t gotten ill, she could have been.
But today I realized she was never a parent, and I was never her child.
I was always a pawn in their system.
Her addition in my life was the soil the Narc needed to flourish against me. What she taught me gave the Narc the key to affect me.
She was never perfect, never well-meaning, never truly warm, and just as damaging.
The other parent was just as complicit, and maybe even moreso.