Knowing my mother is now my golden child brother’s problem gives me some measure of smug satisfaction. I sold the house she was living in. I owned it and had sunk quite a bit of money into it over the years because of her. Long story short, the jury notice thing (where she hid mine until after the notice date but somehow managed to get out of her’s, as it was sent the same week) was the last straw. They actually laughed when I confronted her about it. No apologies. Both of them are narcissists (he picked up her cues on how to treat me, so he has narc tendencies). Narcs don’t feel guilt, shame, or empathy, and they foist blame on others (me, the scapegoat, while making themselves out to be victims), and never take responsibility or apologize. If they do apologize they will cleverly word apologies to sound like one, but isn’t: “I’m sorry you think I hurt you on purpose.” See, that is a statement, not an acknowledgment of wrongdoing. She had been pulling crap like that for years. A death of a relationship by a million avoidable cuts. She would never do that sort of thing to herself or my golden child brother; create messes they had to deal with — somehow making it my responsibility. And regardless of how I handled it, I was still treated like sh*t. So now she is his burden until death do they part :). And while it sounds frosty, given the abuse I endured for decades, I can only hope she just gets older and sicker and more expensive to care for on his dime for a change. I almost hope she outlives him and his wife sticks her in a home. That would be karmically satisfying. Either way, I’m NC, and don’t really care what happens to any of them at this point.