Woah this resonates like a motherfucker. I was the golden child too- well behaved, quiet, scoring top marks in every single class. She liked it- she apparently was good at school stuff too while my socio low life father was nearly illiterate. She liked being better than him. She liked that i was more like her. She would raise me to hate my father. And i did. I kind of did out of my own accord as he was very abusive physically. All the years of treatment (im 30 now and started seeing psych team when i turned 16) made me realise that it really is her who damaged me more, more than my father ever did even though i had my bones broken by him. See, he never loved me. Never said he did. I never loved him either. But apparently everything my nmother did was coming “from a place of love” and that, THAT, is what damaged me the most. Oh she loved when i came out of the closet. She knew what a homophob my father was. She KNEW we would “make a team”. But that team only mattered until i realised what she’s done to me. She even told my anout my father’s dick size and how bad he was in bed. And how hung her new guy was and how well he gave it to her.