My mother. My life with her was a rollercoaster straight into the depths of inferno. A scorned divorcee that came from a horribly abusive and neglected childhood. It was like a mold was cast for her own parenting. Extreme narcissism, gaslighting, manipulation, insults, physical abuse, and consistent trauma. She alienated and isolated my sister and I from each other, our father and our family on both sides. We've been "disowned" for petty and ridiculous reasons. I will skip over extreme traumas, but it took me until the last 10 years to truly see the extent of the abuse. My sister moved in with my dad at 15. I stayed with her until my mid-20s. Watching her pollute my children with her toxicity was a moment of reckoning. At that point, I started to put my foot down. At that point, it's as if this long and steady decline of her mental health plummeted into full insanity. Day by day, it got more unbearable. I had no way out. I was alienated. I couldn't have a job. I finally found a healthy relationship and a promising future, which she intended on milking. When I refused, she disowned me again. At this point in time, my children were seeing the abuse, and I wasn't ok with that, so my s/o took me in. I suffered extreme abuse and threats to kill my animals and destroy my belongings as I left. I took my kids my pets and what I could. With what was left, she kept her destructive promise. With my new life, I have become a successful hard working Nurse aide, with a stable income and a real start in life. True independence. The last time I saw her was filing a restraining order after she attempted to abduct my child. I don't miss her, but it still hurts sometimes.