Hi Desserts. I can quite empathise with your situation, because I've been through a similar thing. I'm pretty sure can label my mother narcisistic. At least, anything I read on narcisism is just her down to the last detail. Other people are not important to her. She sees herself as some sort of queen, and I've often described that I think she sees her children as her "spawn" rather than actual people.
I'd always thought that she was bordering on abusive while grew up. But the effect she's had on the three of us is quite disturbing. My brother has grown up almost misojinist and has no confidence, but since he moved out has come on leaps and bounds. He was a scrapegoat to her. I believe I was the "middle child", not in age, but with her perseption. Apparently, my few of displayin emotion in public is a typical trate of that. I honestly believe that my emotions are unimportant and should be buried as deeply as possible.
My sister, on the other hand, is becoming her mother completely. She is selfish, and I think she has already chosen a golden child and scategoat even though her 2 were barely out of toddlers the last time I saw her. She also exasperated any arguements we had with my mother.
My mother always hated my DP as soon as she saw her. Before that, in fact, for, I believe, taking away the brightest child (me) who she believed was going to pay for her retirement.
We argued with my mother all the time. Eventually, I had to make a choice. It was affecting my DC's as I think she had decided that they were the next scategoats. We were considering cutting contact, when one day she attacked my DP when she shouted back, and then called social services and the police on us. There was no coming back from that, as you can imagine.
I knew before that that I had to cut contact. I knew it was better for my family. But for some reason it was just too difficult. I've thought long and hard about why, and I think I understand.
She trains you to be reliant. Like an abusive husband, your confidence is slowly sapped until you actually believe that you need her. I kept on thinking that if I never spoke to her again, I'd have nowhere to go if DP and I ever split up. Or if, for some reason, we ever needed her for something.
But the decision was made, and I had to go with it. She had assaulted my DP in front of our children, and she could never again be apart of our lives. And now I realised how little I actually needed her for anything. She was nothing but extra stress.
She had always said to me growing up, "I hope when you have kids there just like you!" And yes, I think they are. And I'm thankful for that, because I have discovered that there was nothing wrong with me as a child. I was not the spawn of satan that I was made out to be, I was just a child. And her way of beringing up children, of trying to sap our confidence and make us care more about her than us, it was wrong. I intend to raise my DC's the right way without her, and I hope you can find the strength to do that too.
It's easier than you think to live without her.