I have posted lots of the Relationships thread about my family - both parents are narcs, brother is golden child, also have a sister who has experienced similar treatment to me. I'm the 'black sheep', the 'oversensitive one', the one who 'takes everything too seriously' - you get the picture. Growing up, I was never allowed to have my own thoughts or feelings, parents were extremely controlling about me spending time with friends, tons of guilt tripping, mother used my sister and I as relationship counsellors since I was about 11 by sharing far too much information about the state of her shit marriage to my dad, both parents (probably subconsciously) saw us as totally responsible for their happiness.
Anyway....... I've been in therapy for 5 years and have been doing well at establishing much healthier boundaries for myself in all areas of life, including my parents. I am very low contact with them - see them about once a year, occasional text message, rarely instigated by me. I have decided not to even consider visiting them at Xmas this year as this is something I absolutely dread every year so I have decided that enough is enough. I'm getting much stronger and I'm becoming much more comfortable with the idea that it is ok to put myself first and to choose not to have these people in my life much.
And then the guilt descends! Less often than it used to, but its still there sometimes. I was having a guilt attack the other day and I suddenly thought about an incident a few years ago. I was visiting my parents for Xmas (without my DP, which was a huge mistake) and we were having dinner with my brother and sister and parents. My brother was being his usual asshole self and started making homophobic comments about a family friend. I pulled him up on it and he yelled at me that I was an effing c-word. Twice. He was livid - I wouldn't have been surprised if he had smashed a chair or something. Then he stormed out.
There wasn't a single word of comfort or concern from anyone else around that table. They blamed me 100% for the entire incident. I ran upstairs in tears and had my mother on my heels, at pains to explain to me that 'he didn't meant it' and 'you know what he's like'. I honestly wanted to die that night - I felt like I had ruined Xmas and made everyone furious at me, and I was stuck there for another 3 days. I felt like a naughty child who everyone was furious at.
So I thought about this, one of the worst times of my life, and I thought 'that is what they think of you. Hold onto that. That is what you are to them. Your brother calls you one of the worst things you can call a person and there's not a word of protest from the people who claim to love you. Just blame and shame and excuses. Well, balls to that'.
So now I'm standing firm again. It's been a long journey to detach myself from these people and I have a long way to go yet but I can do it. I do not exist just to make them happy. I don't owe them anything. I can leave the toxic crap behind and make sure it doesn't spill over into my own life. So I'm feeling good today and very proud of myself. Thanks to all the supportive people on here who have been through similar family crap and are so good at sharing advice and saying kind things. I value you all so much x