I came across this book by accident and it, and the websites etc it led me to, gave me the answer I'd been looking for all my life i.e. why, when I never did anything wrong, was my mother so horribly cruel to me. It took until I was 58 to find the answer and whilst nothing can erase the past, the future should be a whole lot easier without the ghost voice of my mother ever present in my head to criticise everything I do. I had never heard of narsissitic mothers and I found the answer to be more complete and comprehensive than I ever could have dreamed of, for everything she ever did to me was there in this book or on the website 'Daughters of narcissistic mothers'. The cruelty endured by a child of a narcisstic mother is only one aspect that is to be borne, the other, particularly in my childhood when there was no Childline or anywhere for children to turn, is the crippling loneliness, made worse by society's unwaivering myth that giving birth turns every woman into a paragon of virtue, a loving goddess who will do anything for her children. Imagine how that feels when your mother will barely give you the time of day, or if she does, will make sure you know just what an inconvenience and sacrifice she is making by so doing and what a demonstration of your horrible persona it is that you ask.
I cried and cried after finding my answer, and then felt re-born. Free at last, free at last