There goes a narc mom who fake pretend that she cooks

This image of a loving provider selfless mother, but the diner table were all cluttered by her dirty mess and dishes.

what's remain on the table is a banana and a half eaten finger sized sweet potato.

am i to go out to pack and eat, she will make a fuss about how the home has food and cause a scene on how im not throwing a temper of not eating her food. what food?

this isn't the first time.

her food caused me food poisonous growing up. yucky mess piled together. but oh, im supposed to be grateful that i have a mother who cook.

by the way, she doesn't work. so those aren't even her money bought food, plus her mess makes way more effort, than to just eat out.

my heart is long gone, there is no one in there inside. i have sometimes declared that i have no family. unless someone probe deeper whether they are still alive.

so, i don't know. i feel so stuck in life.

i haven't even got through to those narc abuse episodes.