I'm super late getting into this, but I need to get this off my chest. The worst things ever perpetrated against me were done by my mother. This is a long one, so here we go:
My biological mother is/was a horrible person, my dad wasn't much better when I was young but my mother was the worst. Typical narcissist. Worked ~40 hrs a week and spent all of her money on new clothes for herself and on going out with her boyfriends (of which there were many.) We were under the watchful eye of child services for a while but they saw nothing except the "poor mother just trying to get by" shtick and left us alone shortly thereafter. Things got worse. She would watch while her boyfriends beat us. I got thrown into a wall for not replacing the toilet paper roll when i was 5 years old and remember going into school dizzy and vomiting the next morning. Never found out if i had a concussion or not, but the teacher just thought I had the flu and sent me to the nurse, mother came to the school and accused me of faking and had me sent back to class. She willfully let her boyfriend's friends come into our rooms unsupervised where they would suck on our toes and ask us about our breasts and if we were menstruating yet, later one of them went on chase me around the house in hopes of catching me before I locked a door so he could attempt to sexually assault me. The friends were generally inappropriate to two 7 year olds and my 11 year old sister. When we told our "mother" she played stupid and accused us of lying. She then took us and skipped town on the woman who was allowing us to live with her rent free. When that woman found us, she threatened to sue my mother who went on to move us to a different state with her new boyfriend.
She then left us with a family we didn't know well at the time for over 6 months. Who knows where she was or what she did, but she certainly didn't care about us. This is where I first experienced what it was like to be a part of a real family. The parents she left us with took care of us, nurtured us, and most importantly loved us like we were their own, until the day she died I called her Mom and until the father passed I called him Dad. They were everything to me and my sisters, and we have a brother/sister relationship with their kids because of it. I am so incredibly thankful for that, but I digress...
Biological Mother comes and takes us away from the family she abandoned us with and takes us to our new house that her boyfriend bought.
This boyfriend was different. We had moved states so she could stay with him, but he really treated us with respect, like we were his own. Taught us that we deserved some of the finer things in life (like an actual bed instead of a futon that was peed on by dogs and picked from the side of the road as a bed for myself and my sister.) With him in the picture, we actually had Christmas' where there were gifts, and he took us to buy presents for our friends and family. Easter baskets, Halloween costumes, random spending money - the works! Then she slowly started to turn against him. He works a good job and is a good man, but there's only so much lying and manipulation one can take. He's still with her, but only for the sake of the child she tricked him into.
As time progressed and my sister and I were preparing for life after High School, she knew we would be leaving her. This pissed her off to no end. She deemed my dear friends "the bad crowd" and kicked me out the day I turned 18. My friends helped me with rides to work, helped me with food when bio-mother wouldn't give me lunch money. Helped me get a cap and gown so I could walk in my graduation. I found out that I was kicked out when I came home in between shifts at work to see all of my things on the lawn...being went through by people like it was a damned yard sale. Someone literally took my drawer of undergarments that she left on the curb. A friend helped me move what was left of my belongings into their garage and dropped me off for my second shift at work. I finished that and with nowhere to go, I spent the evening of my 18th birthday alone, slept on a park bench because I had no car, no phone and no where to go anyway. When I finally did get a phone and got a hold of my older sister, she told me that my mother had told our family that I was selling drugs out of her house and that's why she kicked me to the curb. I had never and have never sold drugs, so I was confused but moved on even though it was incredibly traumatic.
All was well for a few years until I got facebook and decided to try to add her as a friend and have a relationship with her again. All went well for a few years, until her paranoid mind thought she caught my sister in a lie and she decided to cease contact with us without explanation. It's been rough dealing with the abandonment issues, but I've tried to make the best of it and when I finally started to come out well on the other side, I get a text message from her on my last birthday. It was a picture of a meme that said "My kids say I'm a bad mother - I say I was just giving tough love fist emoji" At this point I had enough. I messaged her back and told her if she ever contacted me again I would be contacting the police, and to please never contact me again.
Almost a year later, it feels as though this giant weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I am no longer living in a delusional world that one day I'll have a loving biological mother who will be there at my wedding, if I ever have a child or for any of my life events. And you know what? I'm totally okay with that. Thanks to the family she abandoned us with all those years ago, I have a real family, and I have a good relationship with my biological dad thanks to their encouragement to seek the truth about him for myself instead of blindly following what my biological mother said.
TL;DR: Mom is classic narcissist. Eat a buffet of dicks, Janine.