NAM was never officially diagnosed with NPD. She would never go to a therapist for anything, and when her doctor told her she needed an anti-depressant, he had to tell her that she needed it so she would "sleep better." You see, she was one of those people who thought that depression could be cured by reading the Bible. If I ever looked like I might be depressed, it was because I wasn't letting the Holy Spirit live through me, or some shit.
She once told me that she would be an awful person without Jesus. She said that she would be so bad that I wouldn't be able to deal with her, if not for Jesus. Well, that Jesus of hers did a lousy job of keeping her from being an awful, abusive, evil hag. But, for the sake of argument, let's say that Jesus did keep her from being any worse. I cannot imagine it. Well, I can imagine that I would be dead because she would have killed me. But I don't thank her Jesus for that. I thank myself because I learned how to stay out of the line of fire, for the most part, and although I'm damaged from it, I'm alive. And away from her.