What is a narcissist grandmother like, with her grandchild?

(Narcissists CAN definitely be thoughtful at times too: they aren’t all bad. That’s why it’s hard to break trauma bonds. I’m grateful she remembered and gave me that. Her relationship to them was as contentious as my dad’s, as was her relationship to my dad. Her relationship to me was totally nonexistent lifelong and still is. She always ignored me, so her gesture was kind. I didn’t even know she knew we played that game.)

If you know sociopaths you know this is pretty rare. And also, for how COLD their relationship was, it was such an epiphany for me to recognize, He DID love her?!

Even narcissists as parents differ drastically. And they differ BETWEEN children too: the scapegoat child or the invisible child or the golden children all have very different experiences.

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As for the grandparents I was raised with, I had wonderful relationships to all my grandparents and I loved them very much. Awakening to the truth of what they did to my parents was very painful because I loved them.

My dad: “We sold it.”

But WOW DID THAT TRUTH OFFEND HER.

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My family tree is just rotting with grief.

I told them I wanted to spend holidays with them. But Christmas rolled around and I wasn’t invited. I saw the family celebrating without me, and it was the BIGGEST wound from my grandparents, but in hindsight you can see that this is the narcissist devaluation at play.

There’s no generalizing narcissists like that: their relationships to others will be based on a lot of factors.

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I understand now, that he was shocked because the house I said I liked was a house of horrors for him.

Just like my parents and sister, nothing ever felt good enough, and it made me not feel happy for myself. Now in hindsight I see that was narcissist envy and devaluation.

Still, I credit them with giving me skill and patience…and I had fun because I don’t care about losing games. I still don’t. I play for fun and for the company of others. My narcissist sister would scream and tear the house apart to lose, so they played more with me than her.

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But the truth is, like with everyone I loved who had NPD, I buried and excused all the bad to maintain that love.

By about age 4 or 5, they were not much in their lives and didn’t talk about them anymore.

“I loved that house,” I said.

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His mother molested him. She made him into a rapist.

They’d play games with me for hours: Rummy, Chinese checkers, Candyland. My narcissist grandparents always were very competitive and would gloat to beat me, BUT…they also would show me exactly why I lost. But whenever I did win, they’d be mad. 😤

TEARS!

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Also my grandparents all stopped hitting me around the age of six. They said I was too old for that. My parents never stopped hitting me.

My father turned his head away and looked out the window and I saw TEARS welling in his eyes.

Holding contradictions like that causes brain damage, so many often go into denial to cope: the first stage of grief. The cognitive dissonance is too profound to hold, especially in childhood.

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This is why I think having BPD and empathy is best explained as to have a life of lifelong grieving. It is very hard and isolating to try to explain the emotional experience of that kind of broken love.

Regardless of the pain in my family, I love my grandparents very much and wouldn’t trade them for anything. I dream of them often and I believe they are rooting for me to heal the pains in our family that they couldn’t.

And my parents didn’t seem to love their own parents. They never even had phone conversations or sit down conversations. It was a brief hi and update to drop us off or pick us up. That was all.

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It is still something I cry over. I also cry because I know my grandmother also suffered what my father did in order for her to do what she did. It is so very tragic.

But really, it was over his unprocessed pain.

But despite the toxicity, which was just very normal to me, I felt that my grandparents all put in efforts to be good grandparents to my sister and I both. I enjoyed staying with them. It always felt like a reprieve from Hell.

Hi everybody! I have been looking at posts on narcs and narc abuse on here and if has really helped me out a lot. I am currently struggling with my situation and need some advice/support. I met a narc last year, everything seemed to good to be true. Love bombing, always texting calling and taking me on dates. Everything changed when someone warned me about him out in public in front of him and who he is. This caused a conflict with us and the love bombing seized. he would tell me that everything is okay and i can come and talk. He would set a time limit on me and kick me out after that. he would then text me like everything was fine and we hung out again and after that he completely ghosted me for one week. He came back and texted me a week later laughing about the ghosting and acting like nothing had happened. he continued to text me ( not like in the beginning) make plans with me, then on the day of the plans he would just ghost me. One day he would act interested the next silence. i contacted him a month later and he acted like nothing happened. He was on a vacation and sent me a picture of another woman ( someone he allegedly met on the trip) to strike a reaction but i never gave him one. After the trip he came to my place and was extremely rude, accusing me of going on dates with a bunch of men. The next day he accused me of being an alcoholic and that he wanted nothing to do with me but said well maybe we can be "friends" then ghosted me i assumed at this point it was over and i would never hear from him again. He contacted me on the holiday a month later acting like everything was great. We ended up hanging out a month or so later and when we hung out it went well, i thought things were going in the right direction. after we hung out.. silence. I would try to text him and if he replied it would be very short then he just stopped replying. He ghosted me for almost three months. I thought he was done this time and of course he popped up again like nothing happened. At this point i was getting sick of if so i questioned him as to why he dissapeared and always does this. Of course he had some sob story about a injury and family member dying of cancer. I felt pity for him and he gave me an apology.. so i took him back stupidly. things seemed to be going smooth for a couple months, of course until his family member died and his injury got better he never contacted me and was distant. Menawhile, i was there for him during the difficult time for him. He lied to me about the funeral and never wanted to chat. I was chasing him and he would always claim nothing was wrong but when i said i thought he used me when he was down he could not handle it and would always tell me he didnt care and to go away. I would get so upset i would try texting him to work it out he would barelt respond and if he did he would not be nice about it. we did hang out a couple times after that, he would ignore me after. One day i was like hey i think you are seeing someone else, and i was like well ixam seeing someone so no problem if you are he said " buy bye good luck with your new guy stop contacting me" i was devastated and tried to get into contact with him for weeks then i just gave up and accepted it was over. He ended up contacting me a month later acting like everything was fine. He wanted to go out and have drinks i told him i would. He and i both seemed to have a great time. He ends up ignoring me again. I kept texting him trying to figure out what was wrong. He kept saying everything was fine and i said ok can we hang out again? He said maybe i was like why? He just kept saying maybe … our last conversation we had… i said what is wrong ? He said nothing is wrong everything is fine. I asked him why he keeps saying maybe. He said " maybe but i dont want to see you right now" i said why? He saix " im just not feeling it, if i wanted to date i would" i said why did you contact me less then a week ago wanting to go out? He said i didnt.. even though he did. So i said should i just move on or what? He said whatever you want to do. So i said that he was really confusing me and asked him if he had anything more to say before i move on? My messages were turning green so i panicked he blocked me and reacted irrationally. I said " omg did you block me? My messages are not going through. Even texted him on my work phone asking what was up. And called him twice ( please dont judge me i know it is pathetic i never was this type of girl before him) so he replied and said " Ok I'll block you now" then immedietly blocked me. He has never blocked me before since I have met him he will just ghost. Is this ths final discard aka " grand finale? Did i just push him too far? this has upset me so much its hard to even function.

They also differ in types of abuses. I know narcissist parents who starve their kids, for example. I was beaten, burned, and locked in my room for months but never starved.

My narcissist grandmother sewed us princess dresses and we could wear them all the live long day if we wanted to.

My narcissist grandparents seemed to find children cute, entertaining, and amusing for the first couple years, and then, like they do with supply, grew bored. I saw them become great grandparents and they just doted and couldn’t stop telling stories of how cute the kids were. They seemed to really love them.

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And when my histrionic grandfather died, my narcissist aunt asked me if I wanted anything, and I said just some photos, but she sent me our Chinese Checkers game which I was astounded he still had into his 90s! The same game!

He gave his parents a card with $100 and they gave him a card with $100 every year. It made no sense to me. He had a name that rhymed with my grandmother and my grandfather’s name as a middle name—a golden child—but they were not loving or close.

Golden child status restored!

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I still tried though. At 30, when my first book was published, I brought them a copy and brought it to their house. I kid you not when I say, they looked at it, and looked away and turned up the tv.

They had rooms in their home for us and toys for us. They taught me to swim in their lake and took me on walks in the woods and taught me about plants and animals. My grandmother would always have some magazine page she tore out of some craft she wanted us to make together, like little dolls made of clothespins.

My parents were always angry when they left either of their parents and they usually fought with each other after.

When I turned 18, I sought to reunite with my grandparents, my own parental relationship being so fraught. I went to their house and I confided how traumatized and abused I’d been by my parents and how painful it was to lose them and have no agency whatsoever, and how no one helped me with my grief over losing them.

(My mom was adopted and found her birth parents who I briefly knew for a couple years in childhood and those were two sociopaths. Though I have few memories of them, they were impoverished, criminals, and addicts. My grandfather had a huge porn collection. They seemed pretty indifferent to me. Me and my cousins had little supervision and they let us do dangerous things like drive three wheelers—no helmet).

It is not hard to see any of my grandparents’ NPD in hindsight now that I’m self aware.

When my narcissist grandmother died of Alzheimer’s, I had visited my parents and my mother was very gleeful at the death, of course. She was chirping on about her last days.

Then cut off again. My dad even gave them the plane back.

For about two years.

I hate to even speak their shames at all: I want to protect them. I don’t like people seeing them as ALL bad. I know they did awful things, unforgivable things, and they have mental illnesses, yet my love persists very stubbornly.

They were cantankerous. They all fought with their spouses constantly. They all hit me as a kid. They were threatening and controlling with others.

I know many people cannot hold nuance in their mind, yet still I want to tell their stories in the nuanced truth.

When my borderline grandmother died of cancer young, my narcissist grandfather got remarried in a MONTH. My mom was so mad, she cut him off. So my relationship with him ended at 8 years old. I saw him once in adulthood, and he had Alzheimer’s. He didn’t remember me.

He flinched, turned his head in shock, and said, “REALLY?!”

My grandparents and narcissist parents also loved to use us kids to triangulate and also judge each other. But it generally worked in my benefit because, for example, my grandmother would be judgmental over how my mom treated me and would be like, “What is wrong with that woman? You’re literally an angel child.” That made me feel like someone loved me and was on my team and found the abuse wrong.

I’m a borderline. I had a histrionic grandfather married to a narcissist grandmother and a borderline grandmother married to a narcissist grandfather.

My histrionic grandpa ALWAYS let me win and would wink at me when I accused him of letting me. I love that he did that, but back then I almost preferred my narcissist grandparents. I wanted to win FOR REAL!!

The forcefulness of his surprise actually made me jump. And it confused me. I could see he was extremely emotional, which was rare for him. Gently, I said, “Yeah, I have great memories there. I mean, she had her issues like anyone, but she was a good grandma.”

It was always eerie to me that for Christmas, my dad would just sit quietly, eat, say nothing to no one. It felt so so sad to me. He always felt miserable. No one would ask him anything. Then he’d go quietly watch football.

My father cut off his parents when I was 10: it was over Bill Clinton, who he hated but they liked.

That is a VERY hard truth to hold alongside all my memories of loving her. My dad being a rapist is also a hard truth to hold alongside my love for him.

I asked, “What happened to the lake house?”

My NPD grandparents HATED who their child married, and I sensed it was JEALOUSY, which confused me very much too. My grandmother really trash talked my mom to me, and I said once, “I think you two are exactly alike,” because…they were…narcissists often marry someone who can be their surrogate parent to enact revenge on.

His parents returned a couple years later with a lovebomb hoover he couldn’t resist: THEY BOUGHT HIM AN AIRPLANE.