I just caught my mom doing this to me in my 30's.
K so we had a camping trip and the step-sister-in-law was talking shit about my actual blood sister. I was drinking at the time so not being sensitive to others' feelings and I made a comment to my stepdad along the lines of, "Guess it's your girls against ma's."
How unforgivable of me!
To give you context, I was smokin a bowl in the car with my two step sisters when the one's three year old fell down at camp. This is a good 50-100 feet away from the vehicle we were in. My sister went to picked her up and the step-sister-half-ass-mama-bear who shoulda been there to pick up her kid, started telling the other step sister that she was gonna beat my blood sister's ass for the way she picked up the kid. So I did what any rational, dark-minded redditor would do and I pulled my sister aside and told her to let that baby get eaten by wolves! They wanna kick your ass for takin care of their responsibility. All of this was said quietly and to only my sister, and after I had already chased after the lil kid and now my sister was having to- I was done. Seriously, if that kid got lost in the woods that night I wouldn't have had the slightest bit of sy/empathy for the parents. Baby didn't really deserve to be eaten by wolves, but I was livid and foaming at the mouth. So, this results in my family cutting me off. I had been sober all three days of this hell-trip, takin care of everybody else's kids to a level where I forgot to sunscreen my own child. The last night I popped a top. I had two beers at full strength before they cut me off.
This camping trip put me in a horrible mental spot. I felt like I did again when I was a teenager- the black sheep, misunderstood, a bitch, voiceless, overdramatic, can-never-do-anything-right, always fucking up the party, worthless, etc. I was legitimately having suicidal thoughts from the shame and embarrassment from this trip.
Well FFWD six months to a couple weeks ago, and my mom started telling me that I was screaming and yelling, "FUCK YOU!" to everyone at the trip. Me being the person that I am, I believed her because I was drunk. It wasn't until my brother told me that I never once yelled that night or said fuck you to anyone that I realized, dude- Ma's making your behavior out to be way worse than what it was! She did this stuff to me as a teenager and I guess I've been so removed from it that I had honestly forgotten why I did not trust her as a kid.