Just learned my bpd/NPD mother is running out of favourite persons

[Depression = 72% of members]

My mum is in her mid sixties and I have just learned relatives are getting fed up with her demands.
In the past cousins put up with her as a respected older person but it looks like she’s run them down.

One cousin who was sending her money and then was her favourite flying monkey has started complaining about her constant need for money.
Meanwhile I’m buying buckets of popcorn, watching the drama unfold- , this kind of karma is fun.
I’m all for natural consequences- she deserves it and more!

[Tangled mangled]

My mum is in her mid sixties and I have just learned relatives are getting fed up with her demands.
In the past cousins put up with her as a respected older person but it looks like she’s run them down.

One cousin who was sending her money and then was her favourite flying monkey has started complaining about her constant need for money.
Meanwhile I’m buying buckets of popcorn, watching the drama unfold- , this kind of karma is fun.
I’m all for natural consequences- she deserves it and more!

[zachira]

It can be very hard for disordered people to get old because they don't have the usual repertoire of tools like good looks and have challenges that come with aging like not feeling well, needing lots of outside help. The flying monkeys are not as easy to recruit as disordered people get older and the usual flying monkeys can get tired of being taken advantage of.

[Tangled mangled]

That’s what’s going on with her.
She’s a malingerer and would use even the common cold to make everyone serve her.

I can see how getting old would affect her. I see what members here are experiencing with their ageing mums and thank my lucky stars that I emigrated in my twenties.

She’s a retired teacher and should not be as broke as she presents herself but no amount of money is ever enough.

I was being groomed to provide for her and for ten years I tried to meet her bottomless pit of needs. It never occurred to me that she was very jealous of me and was never happy to see me succeed or content with life . I had to feel bad for her whenever I had something good happen to me.
I feel like I overcame an addiction breaking free from the FOG. Although I’m still ashamed of the lack of love I have for her- it’s no longer a burden to me.