Narcissists Have To Be The Stars Of Everything

So, I had a perfectly nice plan in place to sell my son my house at what I thought was a fair and even low, price. Which included about $3,000 or more in appliances, furniture and other things. Probably more than $3,000, but why quibble.

I thought I was being generous and worked hard to have the house clean when we left and even left some treats in the freezer.

In yesterday's post, I talked about how my parents said the price was too much. Mind you, this is three months after my husband and I moved out of our house, did improvements to my parents' house and let my son and his girlfriend move in and not pay rent. [Now that I read it, I can see I was a fool.]

So while my parents were diminishing my good news with their spewy goo about how I was trying to cheat my son, they said, again with a sanctimonious smile, that "to keep peace in the family" they were going to take out a second mortgage on their home and give my son half the price of the house as a gift. 

My son, as far as I know, never told them he needed money for the house and their arguments about how they were going to "bail him out" made no sense. He didn't need to be bailed out. He needed to man up, but more on that later.

As you might imagine, my husband and I were stunned by their statements and accusations. Engraged might be more like it, but I'm proud to report that we just said "mmm. yummy. give me another sh*t sandwich".

All day I was devastated. Did my parents really think I was such a horrible person? Had they thought this all along?

Were they right? (I was 99.9% sure they weren't, but I've had years of conditioning, remember).

Then I did some reading and read about how narcissists must be the most important person in the room and had a big AHA moment.

My son and I made this deal without invovling them. My son, their only grandchild and the 8th wonder of the world had not sought their advice or money.

So they created a big problem (realized that my father was the one who had fed my son some of the garbage he'd spewed a few days earlier) and then swooped in to fix it. Where there was no drama, they generated some so they could be the heros.

It's impressive in it's perveristy.

Now, I am the bad guy who tried to screw over her son (by the way, their opinion on this is based on zero information or knowledge about anything related to the house or home values, but why bother with information when you are right about everything), moved in with them to be a freeloader, and then probably used too much toilet paper or something else to add to my sins.

Oh, how would any of us survive without them to meddle in our lives?

The good news is that with this information, I am able to see exactly what they were doing. It sort of helps to think that they might not really believe I'm gouging my son, but I still think they do.