This really resonates with me, because I’m pretty sure that if my mother had lived this is exactly the end we would have come to, and it’s sobering to read it laid out like this. My mother was a narcissist, which was actually worse than her bi-polar disorder. So I get it: always trying even when you know you can never make it over the bar, and that even if you do, she wasn’t looking anyway.
I have to say, as much as it hurts right now, cutting her out was probably the best choice. That rock will never move, time to leave it behind. :/