My mum m wasn't physically abusive unlike some of these terribly sad stories. Except for a couple of times when she hit me repeatedly. But she did make me feel very alone and unwanted. Like I didn't have anyone who had my back. She'd turn my siblings and my father against me, so I was more isolated. She'd lie about things to paint me in a bad light.
She'd also take pleasurable things away from me. Like when I bought things with my own money from my Saturday job, she'd scream at me that they didn't suit me until I ended up taking them back. She never took me to the hairdressers or buy clothes, even though she bought new stuff for my sisters.
She never encouraged me to make my own decisions or to be adventurous. In fact she did the opposite and was jealous of any independence I secured.
None of these things would mean I'd have beeen taken away by social services. But cumulatively they destroyed my self esteem. It's taken years of therapy to untangle myself from her clutches, even though she's been dead for years. And I could only dream of having a supportive, loving, engaged parent.
So yes OP my mother was a bitch.
What I love in this thread is the number of women determined to break the cycle. I didn't have children until very late because I was afraid of being like my mother. She taught me well though as I'm nothing like her at all. Not perfect but good enough to bring up confident, friendly and pretty successful young adults.