The most ultimate wall of text:
My mother and sister are both narcissists. I wasn't really aware that my family was dysfunctional until I was around 13, and I've had a chronic major depression for a good 11 years since that realization.
My one finger always hurt as a child, not sure why, but the joint just always hurt. I would regularly complain about it at 5 years old. Not once did my mother ever take me to the doctor. One morning before kindergarten, immediately after complaining about the pain, my mother pulled out a knife and chopped it against the side of the kitchen table (leaving a good 2mm cut) and said "I can just cut it off". Another time, brother and I argued over the correct fan's speed in our bedroom. My mother came in and smashed the fan on the floor. On one occasion, my brother and I were arguing over some child stuff, no clue. My mother was pissed, gave us both kitchen knives, told us to kill eachother, then drove off in her car somewhere for hours, leaving us alone. We both knew it was kinda fucked at around 6 and 8 years old. Another occasion, she gave us her car keys and told us to drive the car off the bridge near our house, at around the same age.
I found out my mother was cheating on my father, told my brother (don't use the family email account, retard). We told our father a couple months later. She accused us of lying, but my father wasn't so retarded (worked for the same company as the phone line we were on. Had security guy run background checks of all the numbers she was calling). Life was weird after that. She became an even bigger asshole to us. I couldn't deal with the bullshit going on at home and eventually quit school in a major depression. One day I was having a mental breakdown crying. I had told my school guidance counselor the fucked stuff my mother did, etc. She eventually had a 'phone chat' with my mother, and told me "your mother sounds like a nice lady, you should respect her more". After hearing that I just lost my shit. School was going to suspend me because I threw a book at one point in rage. Mother came to pick me up, was extremely pissed. She had a lunch with my father planned - as I was with her, she was driving 80-90 mph in a 55 mph zone. I thought she was going to kill us both. Eventually she got a second cellphone line and would make calls outside in the garage, noticed the habit frequently enough that I told my father again. She again accused us of lying, tried to convince my father of our 'lies' and have us emancipated against our will (by going to a lawyer)...which you can't exactly legally do to a minor.
Mother treated brother and me as if we were real problem children involved in criminal activity. Really, we were both top students at one point. She wouldn't allow us to have friends over, or to go to friends houses. Then she told me 'you're depressed because you never do things with friends'.
I was diagnosed with asthma at 10. Doctor told her to smoke outside. Parents smoked so much inside that there was a constant haze, teachers regularly thought my brother/sister/me smoked. My mother told me "if you want clean air, you can go outside, this is my house".
Parents were going through a divorce when I was 17. Mother threatened to kill herself, took a bottle of benadryl (have fun with hallucinations bro) in front of father. Psychiatrist told my father 'ye, don't let her back home. She's a narcissist and knew she wouldn't die from that small dose of fucking antihistamine.'. Was supposed to be under mental evaluation for a week. Somehow she managed to get herself out of the hospital within 12 hours with her elite manipulation skills.
Father died suddenly before divorce was completed. She bitched about not being listed as his 'widow', despite actively living with the same guy she left my father for, for 3 years at that point. Was suddenly nice to brother and I - realized she wouldn't get any kind of money through us, again turned into a mega bitch.
Here's the part where my sister comes in:
My father had all kinds of physical issues, epilepsy, was eventually suspected to have multiple sclerosis, had scoliosis (perpetual back pain)..technically disabled. He made close to 80k where he worked, so he was pretty well off before the economy and his health went to shit. He was on disability from work after he lost vision in one eye (turns out vision is important when working with electronics). He then lost stability, neuropathy, all kinds of bullshit. My sister had gone off to university 2 years prior - she rarely came home to visit. My father paid for her university, paid for her car, paid for her gasoline, and she also worked part time in the summers. By the time I was 18, I had taken the GED and wanted to start college, but I couldn't for two reasons: I was stuck at home helping my father with driving / grocery shopping / house chores (all while majorly depressed), and based on his income I was ineligible for federal student aid, but he couldn't afford to help pay for costs, and I couldn't exactly work. I had an obligation to stay at home and help him with my brother. This whole period my sister would never come home except for a few minutes - the whole time complaining about his 'messes', how gross he is, how bad he is with his money, etc. She worked 10 minutes from the house, came maybe twice a month when he wasn't home, regularly told my brother we should get jobs and move out of home....yeh, while our father is slowly dying, can't live on his own, and can barely see things 2 feet in front of his face.
I was out of the country at 19 - turned out he had lung cancer on top of all of this. I flew home. My father didn't want my mother to get anything, so he willed all assets and bank accounts to my sister, trusting her (by oral agreement) to split everything evenly between the three of us when he died. He died. She was going to give our dog of 10 years to the humane society, evicted us the day after his funeral (illegally...my brother took her to court and sued, got a bunch of money because she threw all his belongings on the property...wrongful eviction or something). She inherited...a $200,000 property, $80,000 in bank account funds, and $60,000 in life insurance money. Along with everything inside of the house worth thousands more. Why? Well, my brother were pissed she wouldn't give us any updates/information on my fathers health in the hospital. She was the healthcare proxy. As a decent human and sibling, she had an obligation to give us some kind of information on our fathers health. Not only that, but his doctor had previously had his license suspended for malpractice. Before he even signed a DNR, his catheter bag was filled with the deepest, darkest urine with visible sediment. He was dying from dehydration faster than anything else. We regularly brought this up to her, she refused to bring it up to the doctor. We had no say, as she was the healthcare proxy. Her boyfriend at the time even said "what do you (me and brother) think you're fucking entitled to". And I was like...uh, well...we're the ones who cared for my father for 3 years as nobody else fucking helped with anything. Nobody else was around to help. Ahhh...you're just the boyfriend of my sister who had no real contact with our father for nearly 8 years. What the fuck...
Anyway, I very much hate my sister and mother. I have no significant contact with either of them. My sister attempts to be part of my life after such bullshit. When my father died, I had no real financial security. My girlfriend's mother paid for my flight at the time, and gave me some $5,000 over a couple years living internationally when I couldn't legally work. I wanted to die for a good long time, still do intermittently. My sister had two children, and I feel terrible for them.
TL;DR: mother and sister are narcissist fucks.