Narcissism is a phenomenon in which a person with low self-esteem is afraid of losing authority in the eyes of others, and they begin to manipulate their friends, colleagues, and family to appear better than they really are. These people are so determined. We decided to imagine what it’s like to have your beloved mother like this.

They have a distorted perception of love and achievement, making it nearly impossible for them to make you feel good enough.

Their self-worth hinges on external validation and a facade of perfection. This creates a moving target for your worth in their eyes. You can achieve great things, but their praise might be laced with criticism, or they might simply shift the goalposts to a new, unattainable standard. This leaves you perpetually striving for an unachievable level of approval.

Additionally, their happiness is often transactional. They dole out affection when it suits them, leaving you confused about what truly earns their love. This inconsistency fosters insecurity and self-doubt, making you question your own value no matter what you accomplish. Ultimately, a narcissistic mother’s inability to offer genuine, unconditional love creates a core belief that you’ll never be good enough, regardless of your efforts.

Narcissistic mothers won’t let their kids’ successes overshadow their own.

Narcissistic mothers crave attention and view their children’s achievements through a distorted lens. While they might brag about their child’s successes superficially, they can’t handle being outshined. This stems from a deep insecurity and a fragile sense of self. Their child’s triumphs become a threat, rather than a source of pride. They may downplay the accomplishment, subtly criticize, or even try to one-up their child with their own past glories, all to maintain a sense of superiority.

She’s only worried about her own problems.

A narcissistic mother’s world often revolves around herself, leaving little room for her child’s emotions or experiences. Their own needs for validation and admiration take priority. They struggle to empathize with their child’s struggles, viewing them as inconveniences or attention-grabbing tactics. This is because the narcissist lacks the emotional maturity to see their child as a separate being with valid feelings. Their child’s problems become burdens to be managed, rather than opportunities for connection and support.

These mothers humiliate their children.

There are a couple of reasons why narcissistic mothers might resort to humiliating their children. One is to maintain control. By publicly criticizing, mocking, or exaggerating their child’s flaws, the mother keeps them feeling insecure and dependent. This fragile self-esteem makes the child less likely to challenge the mother’s authority or seek independence.

Another reason is to bolster the narcissist’s own fragile ego. Putting their child down creates a clear hierarchy where the mother is always superior. This can be especially pronounced if the child shows any potential to outshine the mother, triggering a need to cut them down to size. Ultimately, the humiliation serves the narcissist’s own needs for power and self-importance, leaving the child feeling emotionally bruised and diminished.

She makes kids feel guilty for getting something.

Narcissistic mothers often induce guilt in their children for receiving gifts or achieving success because it reinforces their own sense of control. They might make comments like, «You don’t deserve this, there are others who need it more,» implying the child is selfish for wanting something good. This guilt trip serves a few purposes.

Firstly, it keeps the child feeling indebted and obligated to please the mother. Secondly, it deflects attention away from the mother’s inability to be genuinely happy for her child’s good fortune. Ultimately, by making their child feel guilty, the narcissistic mother manipulates the situation to maintain the focus on themselves and their emotional needs.

She thinks she always deserves the best.

A narcissistic mother’s belief in her own deservingness stems from a distorted sense of self-importance. Deep down, she craves admiration and validation, and views herself as superior to others. This inflated ego convinces her that she deserves the best in life, regardless of her actions or contributions. It’s a constant need to be seen as special and entitled.

This sense of entitlement can manifest in various ways, from expecting lavish gifts and unwavering support to feeling justified in cutting in line or bending the rules. For a narcissistic mother, the «best» isn’t just about material possessions, but also about the constant flow of attention, praise, and control that reinforces her grandiosity.

Her love is unstable. When she needs something, she’s kind. When she doesn’t, she’s rude.

Narcissistic mothers often exhibit a transactional kind of love, where affection is dangled like a carrot. When their needs are unmet, their self-absorption takes center stage. They might become critical, dismissive, or even cold towards their child. Conversely, when they require something — maybe errands run, emotional support, or a public image boost — the kindness faucet turns on.

This emotional inconsistency leaves the child confused and insecure. They never quite know what version of their mother they’ll encounter, creating a constant state of walking on eggshells to avoid the unpredictable shift from loving to cold.

She cares too much about how other people see her.

A narcissistic mother craves external validation and uses how others perceive her as a mirror for her fragile self-esteem. Her self-worth hinges on admiration and a cultivated image of perfection. This makes her hyper-aware of how others view her, particularly in her role as a mother. She might brag excessively about her child’s accomplishments, not necessarily out of pride, but to reflect well on her own parenting skills.

Conversely, any perceived shortcomings in her child become a threat to her image. She might downplay their achievements or even criticize them publicly to maintain a facade of control and superiority in the eyes of others. Ultimately, the well-being and genuine connection with her child become secondary to managing the public perception of a perfect mother and family.

She complains about people that do something against her will.

Narcissistic mothers view any challenge to their control as a personal attack. Their rigid sense of self-importance dictates that things should go their way. When someone, especially their child, dares to act independently or disagree, it triggers a deep sense of entitlement being violated. They may lash out by complaining excessively, playing the victim, or attempting to manipulate the situation back to their desired outcome.

These complaints serve a dual purpose: firstly, to punish the person for disobeying, and secondly, to garner sympathy or support from others, further reinforcing their position of authority. Ultimately, a narcissistic mother’s complaints about those who defy her are less about the specific action and more about maintaining a power dynamic where she remains in control.

Narcissistic mothers are jealous of their daughters’ beauty. And they pretend to be caring.

A narcissistic mother’s insecurity can turn a daughter’s blossoming beauty into a source of hidden jealousy. They may outwardly offer compliments laced with backhanded remarks, like «You look pretty, but maybe try a different shade of lipstick.» This thinly veiled criticism undermines the daughter’s confidence while maintaining a facade of caring.

Deeper down, the mother might feel threatened by her daughter’s youthful beauty, a stark reminder of her own fading youth and potential loss of attention. This jealousy can manifest in various ways, from sabotaging the daughter’s attempts to dress up for an event to subtly comparing her looks to others. The narcissistic mother’s mask of concern hides a desire to control the narrative, ensuring her daughter’s beauty doesn’t overshadow her own.

She criticizes a lot but almost never gives praise.

Narcissistic mothers often fall into a harsh critic pattern for a few reasons. Firstly, their self-worth is fueled by a need for control and a sense of superiority. Constant criticism keeps their child feeling insecure and dependent, less likely to challenge their authority. Secondly, genuine praise can feel threatening to a narcissist. If their child is successful or confident, it might overshadow the mother’s own perceived importance.

Instead of celebrating their child’s achievements, they might downplay them or even resort to nitpicking flaws. Ultimately, the lack of praise becomes a tool for manipulation. By withholding validation, the narcissistic mother keeps her child striving for approval, a dynamic that reinforces her own sense of power and control.

They’re angry if someone else is in the spotlight.

A narcissistic mother thrives on being the center of attention. Their fragile self-esteem craves constant validation and admiration. When someone else, especially their child, receives praise or recognition, it’s perceived as a direct threat. This triggers a surge of anger because it disrupts their carefully curated image of superiority. They might downplay the other person’s accomplishment, subtly criticize them, or even try to steal the spotlight back to themselves with tales of their own past glories.

This anger isn’t about protecting their child, but about protecting their own inflated sense of self-importance. They can’t bear to share the spotlight, and their reaction reflects a deep-seated insecurity that can leave their child feeling confused and emotionally neglected.

Narcissistic mothers might constantly remind you of the things they’ve done for you.

One is to create a sense of obligation and guilt. By replaying a litany of sacrifices and favors, they make you feel indebted, making it harder to disagree with them or assert your independence. It’s a way to control you through emotional manipulation. Another reason is to inflate their own sense of importance.

Recounting their «good deeds» reinforces their narrative as the selfless caregiver deserving of constant praise and gratitude. Ultimately, these constant reminders are about them, not you. It’s a tactic to maintain power within the relationship and ensure you remain focused on their needs rather than developing your own sense of self.

These narcissistic traits can take a toll. But there’s good news! Our next piece dives into how these experiences shape you, and what you heal from it.

The Neighbor of My Grandparents Took Part of Their Land for a Driveway — His Hubris Ended Up Costing Him Thousands

Sometimes, the most satisfying re:ve:nge doesn’t involve intricate schemes or legal battles. It’s simply knowing where to park an old, beat-up F-150 and waiting for karma to do its thing.

Have you ever heard the saying that you shouldn’t mess with the elderly because they’ve experienced it all? My grandfather, Lionel, is a perfect example of that.

For more than 40 years, my grandparents have lived in the same charming hillside home.

It’s among those places where every corner holds a story: the old oak tree they planted when my mom was born, the wind chimes Grandpa crafted with his own hands, and the stone steps Grandma still sweeps every morning. They loved their quiet spot overlooking the valley. The only neighbor for years had been a vacant lot next door, which was steep and untouched.

It was like that until the day the machines came.

Grandma called me the afternoon it started.

“Sweetheart, there’s a bulldozer chewing into the hill. And part of it… it’s our land,” she said in a shaky yet controlled voice.

“Are you sure, Grandma?” I asked, picturing the property I’d visited countless summers growing up. “Maybe they’re just clearing near the line?”

“Nathan, I’ve walked that property line every day for forty years. I know where our markers are. They’re cutting right through our corner lot.”

I made an effort to calm her down. “Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s just a mistake. Have you told Grandpa?”

“He’s at his doctor’s appointment. I don’t want to bother him yet.”

“Okay, okay. Let me know what happens when he gets home,” I said, completely clueless about the drama that was about to unfold.

I thought it was probably just some contractor error that would be fixed with a quick conversation. Man, was I wrong. As they got home from errands that day, a scar had been carved across their yard. It was the beginning of a switchback driveway leading up to the neighboring lot.

The driveway clearly cut through the corner of their property.

Confused but calm, Grandpa walked down the hill to speak with the excavator operator. “Hey there,” he called, raising a hand. “Any chance you’ve got a plot map? That corner of the drive… it’s on our land.”

The guy looked down from the machine, sweat and dust streaking his face. “Ain’t mine to argue, sir. I’m just following orders. You’ll want to call the guy who owns the lot.”

He handed Grandpa a business card with a scribbled name and number.

That evening, Grandpa called.

“Hi, this is Lionel. You’re building next door to us on Westridge. I think there’s been a mistake. Your crew cut across our lot.”

A pause.

After that the man on the other end replied, “No mistake. We checked the satellite images.”

Grandpa frowned. “Sir, we’ve got our property pins marked. Your driveway’s at least ten feet onto our land.”

“Well, then sue me. I’m not changing it now. Too late.”

The man on the other end hung up. Grandpa stood in the kitchen with the phone still in his hand.

“He hung up on me,” he said quietly.

Grandma, ever the calm one, touched his arm. “It’s just land, Lionel. Let’s not start a war.”

However that’s not what this was. This wasn’t about land. It was about disrespect.

When weeks passed, the driveway got longer. Crews worked six days a week, and no one knocked on the door in order to apologize or offer something as compensation.

It looked like they didn’t even acknowledge Grandpa’s concern. “We raised kids here,” Grandma said to me one afternoon while I was visiting. “That slope’s where we planted the garden every summer. And now he’s driving over it like it means nothing… It’s… it’s heartbreaking.”

I felt my blood boil as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Grandma, this isn’t right. Have you guys talked to a lawyer?”

She shook her head. “Your grandfather doesn’t want the stress. Says at our age, peace is worth more than a few feet of dirt. And to be honest, I agree with him.”

Deep down, I disagreed with what Grandpa thought. I understood that legal battles are expensive, and could drag on for years, but my grandparents deserved better than that in their golden years.

Then one day, my friend’s dad, Patrick, stopped by while he was out walking his dog. He’d known my grandparents for years and lived down the street.

“You heard about the new guy?” Grandma asked as she offered him a glass of sweet tea.

Patrick nodded. “Yeah. I’ve seen the mess.”

Grandpa filled him in on the phone call, the dismissal, and the ongoing construction. “What a piece of work,” Patrick shook his head. “This is unacceptable… But don’t worry. Let me think about it. I believe I can find a solution.”

That night, Patrick had a couple of beers and called Grandpa.

“Lionel. I’ve got an idea. But it’s a little… unconventional.”

“Patrick, I’m listening.” Grandpa’s voice perked up with interest.

“Do you mind if I park my old pickup across that chunk of driveway? Entirely on your land, of course. I’ll leave a note, and I promise it won’t be anything illegal. All I wanna do is give that man a message and I’m sure this would do the trick!”

Grandpa chuckled. “You know what, Patrick? Go right ahead. It’s about time someone stood up to this b:ully.”

As he told Grandma about Patrick’s offer, she laughed for the first time in weeks. “My blessings are with Patrick and that rusty truck of his,” she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Grandma called me the same night, whispering into the phone like she was plotting a bank heist. “Nathan, you won’t believe what Patrick’s going to do!”

She explained the plan. Then I couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t worry, Grandma. Everything will work out well. Guys like that neighbor always learn their lesson eventually.”

The next morning, a battered, rusty F-150 appeared across the driveway. It was parked neatly, squarely on the strip that crossed my grandparents’ land. A note on the windshield read, PRIVATE PROPERTY. TRESPASSERS WILL BE REPORTED.

By 8 a.m., the construction crew had arrived.

“What the hell is this?” one of the workers muttered, staring at the truck blocking their access.

As they called the number mentioned on the note, Patrick answered.

“Yeah, it’s my truck,” Patrick said confidently. “I’ve got permission to park there. You touch it, it’s theft. And by the way, I’ve called the police already to make sure it’s on record.”

The foreman sighed. “Well, we can’t carry two-by-sixes up this damn hill by hand. Let’s call the boss.”

An hour later, the new neighbor called Grandpa.

“Lionel! Move that damn truck or I’m calling a tow,” he barked into the phone.

“You go ahead and try,” Grandpa said, calm as ever. “You’re the one trespassing.”

“You’ll regret this, old man!”

Grandpa chuckled. “I already regret not charging you for an easement when you first started digging.”

The neighbor hung up again. Days passed, and the truck didn’t move. No construction happened, and rumors began floating through the neighborhood. People waved at Grandma like she’d done the best thing in the world. I drove up to visit that weekend and found Grandpa sitting on the porch, binoculars in hand, watching the idle construction site.

“Having fun?” I asked.

“More fun than I’ve had in years,” he replied with a grin. “Three different tow companies have come by. All of them left when Patrick showed them the property survey and explained the situation.”

Some days later, the neighbor called again.

“Fine,” he snapped. “What do you want?”

Grandpa didn’t hesitate. “An easement contract. Fair market value. In writing.”

“And the truck?”

“It’ll go the moment we have a signed agreement and a check.”

A week later, the papers were signed, and the check was cleared. Patrick immediately removed the truck when Grandpa gave him the green signal.

My grandparents used the money to finally fix their porch and donate to the local food bank.

Meanwhile, Patrick received three cases of beer and a thank-you card from my grandparents.

I visited the following month, and the new house was nearly finished. The neighbor avoided eye contact whenever my grandparents were outside.

“You know what the funny thing is?” Grandpa said as we stood outside the house. “If he’d just asked nicely in the first place, we probably would’ve let him use that corner for free.”

I smiled. “Some people have to learn respect the hard way.”

“And some learn it from a rusty old truck,” Grandma added with a wink.

That corner of land was not only dirt. It was forty years of memories and boundaries. And now, it was also the spot where my grandfather taught me that standing up for yourself doesn’t always need lawyers or shouting matches.

Sometimes, it just needs friends, patience, and knowing exactly where to park.