On Christmas Day 1986, I was presented with this contract. I had just turned 18, and was a senior in High School. There is a failed attempt at humor in here. I was forced to sign as a condition of my being able to have a place to live. There are some classic NPD moments in here:
1) Only I had to sign.
2) My attempts at change are assumed to be “feeble.”
3) She is going to blow her brains out, or I am going to blow her brains out… either way, it’s about what will happen to her.
4) Inappropriate view of mother/son relationship–last paragraph “Till death….” makes it sound like a marriage.
Happy Reading! Welcome to my nightmare!
**All the names have been removed**
1 = me; either my name or my signature.
8 =a term of “endearment” that was anything but… akin to “my little trouble-maker.”