I needed her to rescue me when the abuse was real and under her nose and she did not come to my rescue. She instead stood idly by, nose upturned, apparently oblivious. Worse, she was complicit by triangulating and maneuvering situations to arise. She pitted us all against each other and this magnified the intensity and heinous damage of what occurred when I was just a young defenseless child.
Alas, I can completely relate. Our mother was/is a narcissist, and she too would pit my siblings against one another; always controlling the narrative whenever we spoke or didn’t speak to one another, planting seeds for later smear campaigns. As adults, we don’t have any kind of relationship with one another because of this. She preferred her sons to her daughters, so we (girls) got the brunt of her manipulations, gaslighting, and overall abuse. Our brothers were essentially little gods who could do no wrong (the golden children). It sucks when you are the one who is put in the position of being the responsible parent over her, over siblings, only to have everyone turn on you, use you, take you for granted. I too finally stopped having anything to do with any of them, for my own well-being. My con-artist mother and her flying monkeys were never going to change for my benefit.