Since I made the decision to never visit my Narcissistic mother in law again, I have this sense of elation. I just can't wait for Christmas to come by quick enough so that I can tell her that we will not be visiting her ever again. It is almost sadistic but I'm loving it. I have all these scripts in my head and I almost can see her face of disbelieve and disempowerment. The queen is finally dethroned and there is a new queen who is ready to kill. The more I think of it, the more I hate her. The more I want nothing to do with her. I don't even care if something does happen to her. She can't guilt me. I won't go to her funeral. I don't care if she leaves me a will or not. She is nothing but a pain until the day she is gone for good.