Monstermommy Dearest

The scariest thing about this story is that it is a TRUE STORY....

It was a week before Halloween, I was out shopping with my niece for costumes when I received a strange text. It was from my mom, saying to hurry to get to the emergency room because my sister Terri had a collapsed lung and pneumonia. I called my dad, and he said to hurry home, my sister and my mother "need my help because Traci may not make it out of the ER!"

We threw our future purchases back on the rack and ran out of the store to get home. My niece was crying and asking why and I told her her mommy needed our help and we would return soon to get her princess costume. Stopping by Chick FIL A, her favorite, helped her get over it but I understand her pain...

We were both disappointed and for good cause. My sister has been battling stage four colon cancer and now she says a tumor has reached her lungs. I'm just grateful my sister has survived this long, and not thinking about the negative side of her diagnosis. For the past four years, my mom.has been putting us against each other and causing chaos and confusion. It's heartbreaking that she spends her time tearing the family apart. It's been this way from the start, now that I look back up on things with an enlightened eye.

My mother, Missy, has been living with my sister on and off since 2020, right after the Covid 19 Pandemic lockdowns took effect.

We were living together in her old apartment at that time, a small one bedroom with no backyard and dirty loud neighbors drinking all the time. They also like to pee in the parking area so Everytime I went to my car I had to jump over beer bottles pee and other nasty things, it was gross.

When my sister told us she had cancer, my mom moved in with her to help, even though my sister had a whole husband. My sister had recently relocated back home from Chicago and was hell bent on getting married, having a baby and founding a charter school all at the same time. Anyone with a logical mind can tell this is too much, but logic is the last thing my family wants to touch. When I asked how did she get pregnant within a week, she screamed at me, saying "MY SEX LIFE IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" I guess all of that was an act with your Christianity, or you were lying about your insanity and insecurities....

I tried to advise her this was not a good idea, and after her first miscarriage she tried even harder. There's a saying that "A hard head makes a soft ass" and that's my sister and my dad! If that's saying was a person it would be THEM!!! THEY NEVER LISTEN! The curse you out and start dissing, only to come back crying when I go missing!

For a few months, I paid the full rent to help keep her apartment, but I'm disabled and on a fixed income. Things were ok until out of nowhere, my mom kicked me out in the street right after I took her to Galveston Beach for a retreat. She was run down and burnt out from helping my sister and the month prior my sister and her husband kicked Melissa out. She had her apartment to come back to due to me paying all the bills as well and renovating it. I guess the saying, "no good deed goes unpunished", applies here.

I replaced her shower, accessories, towels, rugs and furniture to make it appear more zen and relaxing. I kept it clean and paid the bills on time. I'm single, so no boyfriend or parties were ever held, not that I wasn't allowed to I just didn't, I just like to keep to myself. It's hard for me to trust others, can you believe that with my mother? She used to slap me and beat me and I was on the Honor roll. The took all her anger and frustration out on me after my dad beat her, the entire situation was out of control. And I've never heard the word 'SORRY', from a single soul. A narcissist always has to be in total control. That is the MONSTER. THE MONSTER INSIDE YOUR BELOVED FAMILY MEMBER WILL, IN SOME INSTANCES KILL YOU.

That is the danger they hold in contempt for you while smiling in your face acting like the care. It just feels empty because no love is there. I've looked around and lived everywhere and now I know this is why I never came back home after graduation from college. Once I had all that knowledge I made more than most American couples combined. I put good use to my time. I don't want to feel like I'm wasting my life. My mom is the one who called me from Houston, when I was living in California to beg me to help her when my aunt Deborah died in 2019. Ever since that year it feels like I've lost my life, I've been stuck in Houston TX the whole time. And I feel like life is passing me by...

I had to find a cheap hotel, and ended up staying there for two years, by being surrounded by "family". That just sounds crazy to me, especially since I'm not a crackhead or crazy. She liked to hear of me sleeping in my car with a bad back while she would attacky service cat. I was 44 years old, and I had to get my service cat back from my mom because now she was threatening that. What kind of MONSTER THREATENS A SERVICE ANIMAL???

It's like she would do whatever she could do to keep me under attack and there were limited ways that I could fight back. Talk about having daily panic attacks. Everytime I tried to go back she changed the locks and my key didn't work anymore. All of my pain medicines and vitamins were inside, as I knocked I know she was hiding.

I would call and she would say she wasn't there but really she just didn't care. I called Adult Protective Services and told the woman but somehow my turned her against me and they said I was trespassing on their property. Even though I had paid rent receipts. Well this back and forth went on for weeks. And she never allowed me the opportunity to retrieve my things. She even stole my coat and jacket frome and made believe she didn't know anything.

It was hard to believe that my own mother was being so cruel and evil to me, and I hadn't even done anything wrong. I tried to help by journaling and writing a song. It felt like a death to me, because I had been turned on by my own family. I've done nothing but succeed for the family legacy. I don't deserve the silent treatment and abuse they have given me.

The monster wasn't inside of me, it was in her, but I couldn't say a word. She made sure to turn my father and three younger siblings against me, so you see, the devil can really be inside your own family.

It has been hard for me to believe that instead of seeing me succeed they want to see me on the streets and that's in return for me doing everything like helping her raise my sisters when she and my dad were on crack. I feel like that is so whack. So next time a malignant narcissist stabs you in the back, make sure you get proof to show everything if they try to come back.

They teach us in school not to talk to strangers but what if it's a family member that's bringing in the danger?