People with psychopath parents, what’s the craziest thing they’ve ever done?

Retaliation and The Stalking Plot

We both went to my uncle’s birthday party. While there, she was openly following me around. She was loudly talking to my aunt about the way I used to breastfeed as a child anytime she was close to me. She even said she lamented she couldn’t still make me do that. Then she gave me that pleading look again.

I wanted to throw up. My aunt was visibly disgusted, as I’d told her about a lot of the previous things. I guess she never really believed it was as bad as I said until that day. When I refused to cater to my mother at the party, she eventually broke down.

She loudly stated she was The Matriarch and that what she says goes.

Then she tried to order me to come to her.

I reminded her that I didn’t live with her anymore nor did I have to do as she said because I wasn’t a child.

Then several other family members backed me up for the first time ever, which actually shocked me. That made my mother screech at us all and then leave. She only called me multiple times later to try and gaslight me over the phone. I let it all go to voicemail before making the choice to leave my home city.

I had a girlfriend there I really liked. We’d been dating a few months, and she wanted to meet my family. I was skeptical and warned her about my mother, but she must have thought I was joking. Boy, was she surprised.

My mother was especially passive-aggressive towards her when they met because she was taking her baby away. We both heard her say this to a relative over the phone in the kitchen when she thought no one else was listening.

Later, while cutting a cake she baked, my mother gave my at-the-time girlfriend an eerie stare while holding a large kitchen knife. Needless to say, that poor girl couldn’t deal with my mother for very long. We ended things amicably soon after because she never wanted to risk having someone like my mother as a mother-in-law. Sadly, I had to completely agree.

When I told my mother I was moving over a thousand miles away, she went ballistic and tried to latch on to me.

She wouldn’t allow it.

But I threw her off and said she didn’t have the power to stop me.

I’d saved as much as I could for years and bought a truck and camper trailer. I spent another two years living out of said camper while working a simple job in Northern Cali. During this time, I didn’t bother to keep in contact with any family at all. Eventually, I met someone new, and she and I are still together to this day. Neither of us are really interested in marriage or children.

When I finally broke the No Contact (NC) with my parents in 2016, I laid down some ground rules. They were to treat me with the respect of an adult. They would not pester my girlfriend. They would not speak to me like a child or bring up anything from my childhood.

No surprise: my mother couldn’t do any of those when we actually came to visit for Thanksgiving. So I told her I was done and not to bother calling me until she realized I’m a grown man. She tried to block the door and started quoting the Bible about how parents should be respected by their children.

I told her she didn’t respect me, so I wouldn’t respect her.

In December of that year, I got multiple calls, emails, and texts from her begging me to come to Christmas and not to bring my girlfriend. I said if she wasn’t welcome, then neither was I. She called me unreasonable and called my girlfriend an interloping to our special bond. She stated no woman should come between a mother and her son. Then she practically ordered me to go.

When I refused, she started making empty threats of self-harm.

I told her she can do what she likes with her own body, but I would not be coming to Christmas.

I would instead be spending it with my girlfriend’s family.

My mother said I’d regret that decision and ended the call in a rage.

Well, two days before Christmas, the door to the small house my girlfriend and I were renting was kicked in by police. Police were convinced that we were running a dope lab. We were detained and interrogated. Police turned our yard into a veritable flea market as a lot of our furniture and personal belongings were brought outside and arranged in rows to be inspected.

They went through the house with a fine-toothed comb with sniffing dogs. They found nothing more than aspirin and some medication I had at the time for depression. Needless to say, they were visibly disappointed by that. I guess they’d hoped to get some big bust or something.

Turns out this all happened because my crazy mother had called them. She gave details that were so accurate she had to have been stalking us at some point. She claimed that I was using my camper as a front to sell dope. My guess is she watched a lot of Breaking Bad.

When police found nothing in the house, both vehicles, and the camper, they were forced to put everything back and let us go. Understandably, we were furious, but I couldn’t really do anything other than file a complaint. They’d caused some damage to the house that my landlord was angry about.

As a major stroke of karma, my mother was arrested during her own Christmas Day party in front of most of the family. The investigation later showed that she’d taken a flight to my state and then spent a few days following us around. She was taking pictures of me, my girlfriend, and our home. She’d broken in and photographed everything she could, right down to the underwear in my dresser. That was especially creepy.

Police found she documented where I worked and what times my girlfriend and I were usually home or at our jobs. We’re not really sure what her overall goal was, but it likely involved more than just trying to give me a scare with cops.