Your Mother is Angry Because You Survived Her Traps (Survivor’s Jealousy) #narcissist #npd

Your mother is mad because you survived the trap that she set up for you. This is what we refer to as survivor's jealousy. Your mama is ******* jealous of you because you survived everything she threw at you. The **** your life up. Let's talk about it. Now, again, I always have to do a ******* disclaimer at the beginning of my videos to let all the dummies who had a good mama know. Listen. We don't want to hear about your wonderful childhood and how wonderful your mama is. Stay out the comment section, okay? We're talking about abusive, narcissistic mothers. Your ass will get ganged up on in the comment section and then I will block you if you start your ---- and be insensitive to us of you, those of us that were abused. Got it? Good. If your mother was anything like my mother, baby, my mother set trap after trap after trap. It's been a long time, y'all. Well into my teenage years, I'm in high school working two jobs. She's taking all my paychecks because she don't want me to leave out the house. I told y'all the old story. I'm a senior in high school and it got, the abuse got so bad that I ran away from home. I ran the **** away from home and my best, best friend, Valeska, she's deceased now. She passed away. May she rest in peace. My best friend at the time, Valeska. She said, you could come stay with me, you know, **** your mom, come, you know, until you get yourself together, stay here. So I stayed with my best friend until I, you know, I was going to get a job. Her mom was fine with it, you know, her mother loved me, so her mom had no problem allowing me to stay because I told her mother I was being abused at home. Imagine being a teenager in high school, senior year of high school, and day in and day out, you got to hear that you're a fat bitch. Look how fat your legs are. You look dirty. Are you a lesbian? Why are your clothes so baggy? When do you get paid? Yeah, my mama didn't have a job. She laid her fat ass up on the couch. You ever see the movie Precious? Yelling, you know, so you saw how Precious' mother laid around the house all day and she yelled and just screamed at Precious about every ******* thing. Yeah, that's my mama. No job, laying on the couch all day, but I'm the one, the teenager, working two jobs. Every payday, that bitch took all my money to pay the bills and put groceries. She was pimping me. When I was supposed to take my paychecks and be at the mall with my girlfriends as a teenage girl enjoying my childhood, no, I was an in-house slave. My mama was riding my back and pimping me for my ******* money. I stayed at my girlfriend's house. It was about three months in. Do you know my mother drove to my girlfriend's house? Stormed into the house and said, it's time for you to come home. You've been gone long enough. Yeah, she didn't miss me. One, because she loved me and missed me. She wanted her work mule. She wanted her in-house slave back. Although every day she went out of her way to tell me just how much she hated me, just how ugly and fat I was, a ******* bully day in and day out, she wanted me to come home because she was missing that money. You understand? So the trap, that was trap number one, setting me up to be a slave and never leave home so she could constantly take money, work me into the ground and take my money. I ended up moving away and going to college out of state in Louisiana, sent me off to school on a Greyhound bus with a little bag. I didn't even have microwave, the essentials that a ******* college student needs as a freshman. I didn't have none of that. I left with a little bitty bag on a Greyhound bus. Going to Louisiana, never been to Louisiana. I went to Granville State University. First time ever, new, lost, scared, but I was so glad to get the **** away from that bitch. She didn't like it. She didn't like the idea. She got on the phone and bragged to everybody that I was going away to college, but trust me, she wanted her in-house slave to stay home. I got a car by then, and, you know, I fell behind on my car payments in college. I'm in Louisiana. The bitch moves to New York. And the car dealership is calling my house at home trying to locate me about my late payments. She gives them all my information in Louisiana and they come to Louisiana and they repossess the car. I used the car. I was working two jobs to get through college because nobody else was ******* supporting me. Again, she set me up to ******* fail. She was so happy when they repossessed my car. What kind of ******* mother does that to her child? I'm the first child to go to college. Bitch, you're supposed to be helping me, not crippling me. But that's what my mama did. Trap number two. In between college, I went home. In between breaks, she bullied me on those college breaks. Again, the body shaming, the fat shaming. Why don't you get a job? I got a job. Try to take my money. I got kicked out on the streets, ended up in a homeless shelter right around the corner from my mother's house. She thought I was gonna beg and come back home. No, I stayed in that shelter and I got my life together. Got an apartment, a studio apartment. I bought a brand new car, another car, praise God, and I got a good government job and I went to college. She didn't like it because she couldn't pimp me out. She couldn't bully me, she couldn't kick me around, she didn't have nobody to kick around, and she wasn't going to kick my sister around. She needed her ******* slave back in the house and I wasn't going back. Trap number three. Trap number four, when I got pregnant at 24 and I told my mama I wasn't ready, I was going to get an abortion, I got to finish school, I got goals, and she pressured me now, don't get the abortion, have the ******* baby. It wasn't because she really wanted to be a grandmother. She just, she wanted bragging rights. This was her first grandbaby. So, oh my God, I'm going to have a huge baby shower and I'm going to call all over the town and tell everybody it was about her and her image, keeping up with appearances. It was never about me because once I gave birth to my baby, her first grandchild, she helped out a little bit in the beginning, but that wore off. That slowly wore off because When I stood up to my mother, I said, listen, I am a mother. I have a child now. Respect me as an adult. Respect me as a mother. She didn't like it. She didn't like it. So she started to show her ass. She started to cripple me. She started to pull back on babysitting, helping me with the baby. She started to get real petty. That's a separate video. And I tried to bring my baby down to Delaware for Christmas so she could spend time with her baby. It turned into her wanting to punch me in the face. I had to bring a police officer with me to get my baby on Christmas to take her away from my mama. My mama's done a lot to me y'all. So that's the other trap, you know, begging for a grandchild and then falling back from helping me with the grandbaby to watch me struggle as a single mother because she struggled. She went through hell with her three kids and my toxic-ass daddy, so she wants to see me go through the same ******* thing. Like I said, I had a major surgery, and I needed help babysitting my baby. My mother didn't step in, or my sister. I had to call my friends to help me. As I struggled five days in the ******* hospital from a major surgery, they abandoned me with my baby and all. Do y'all see the pattern? There's clearly a pattern. When you got an evil, jealous-ass mother... Trying to set you up to fail over and over again. And there's an established pattern of her behavior setting you up in a trap to cripple you over and over again. It never ends. This bitch got it out for you. That's why you got to permanently cut her off and thrive. I cut my mama off 15 years ago and it's been up. It's been up. God has blessed me so much and she's sitting there ******* mad because she can't do ---- about nothing. She can't get me to come back. I will not take her phone calls. I've already threatened to harm her if she comes to my house. I will do it in self-defense. I will **** her up if she knocks at my door in self-defense. I want nothing to do with her. The family can call me when she passes away. That's how much ******* damage that bitch has done to me. She's mad because I'm surviving. Every trap, every snare, the ditch she dug for me. Nah, I survived and beat it all. This is what we call survivor's jealousy. And I urge you, if your mama's on your ass and you haven't cut her off, what the **** are you waiting for? How many red flags are you going to ignore until it sinks in? Until you get sick with cancer. Until you get sick with cancer. You're sitting up suicidal and depressed because you won't cut that bitch off. Let this video be your sign. God bless y'all.