I'm the SO of a DB who was 'the one' who put as much distance as he could between himself and his Mother after a crap childhood and teenage life spent being treated as the co- general factotum with his DB for the every whim, emotional need and physical need of a romantically 'abandoned' and 'needy' Mother with serious issues around being 'made proud' and 'what other people thought.'
His DB stuck around (10 mins down the road and no partner that lasted for more than a cursory meeting with DM) for a further 10 years of emotional rinsing under constant and covert threat of disinheritance, floods of tears, constant scorn and condescension and a surprising amount of unfavourable comparison with my SO his DB.
My SO got exactly the same on the phone every time he called (dutifully once a week) to enjoy his weekly litany of complaint, disappointment, thinly veiled guilt and entreaties to 'make her feel loved'.
The crafty old baggage was in the meantime threatening both with various themes on favouritism and disinheritance, but doing so in carefully controlled vacuums of contact and power. Neither knew the other was being abused. Both thought she favoured the other.
We moved back to the country two years before her very unexpected and sudden demise from pancreatic cancer.
What took place was the most harrowing six months of emotional manipulation enacted on two siblings that I have ever directly witnessed beyond my own with my bipolar Mother's crazy hatred for my brother and I being close.
Both siblings were shocked to discover the length and extent of her playing off one against the other, both thought the other was favoured, both thought the other was held in high regard, both had been treated with utter contempt and emotionally manipulated to the extent that it is well within the definition of abuse.
One brother, my SO stood up to her and called her on her abuse, at the hospital she asked him to cut off his long hair and give it to her so she could have a wig made from it, the nurses laughed thinking she was making a joke, they stopped laughing when they saw her face and realised she was one hundred percent serious. That was but one of her insane demands. (she hated his long hair, cried over it)
The other brother, his DB took an emotionally closed down, passive road to dealing with her shit, he essentially treated her the way you might a live bomb that was attached to a case full of money. He tolerated her every abusive comment, her endless outrage at being the one dying and quietly accepted the full length and breadth of her spite. Daily, for six months in his home.
My SO was disinherited utterly, that in itself was an intricate and staged drama that led to him having to make his own will leaving everything to his DB in the weeks before her death and then discovering after all those demands that she had left him with nothing. Her last laugh you may think, not quite.
My SO and DB had fraternal relationship to the point that DB had only taken ownership of her home ( in her last weeks) on the agreement that the solicitor wrote a codicil onto the acceptance that gave my SO a half share. The solicitor approved.
She never knew and the solicitor kept it from her having been party to her madness and he was quite within his legal rights to allow my SO's DB to accept her 'gift' on his own legal terms without her knowing what they were.
She died not knowing that one of her two sons had divided everything she gave to him equally with the brother that she tried to sow seeds of acrimony with through their entire life. Both brothers are now free, close again and getting over the pain she caused as adult siblings who love each other.
The good part about that decision was made clear by the extremely jaw dropping discovery that followed her death. Remember this poisonous little old lady was a regular doyenne of the local chapel and EVERYTHING was about appearance with her.
My SO and his DB went through her papers together and discovered that they had both been left a life changing sum of money (over £60,000 EACH) when they were in their mid twenties by their aunt. Their Mother had also received £60,000 for herself and being executer of the aunt's will and had received a letter from the solicitor asking for the signatures of both brothers in order to release their inheritance cheques to the address of the 'executer' (hers).
She cheerfully forged the signatures of both her sons, received both cheques according to the paperwork and proceeded to forge their names again on those cheques in order to secretly put them through her bank account and thus she enjoyed a lavish life of overseas trips, lunches and designer blouses for church funded by the inheritance of her sons.
She did this whilst lambasting both for the next decade for not measuring up and occasionally lending small sums to each secretively on sufferance of not telling the other and then demanding payment back with guilt and complaint about having to lend and variations on the theme of 'Your brother is doing so much better than you/is better than you/would never need to ask me for this' ( the most either borrowed was £1000 for a car or deposit on a rental flat)
Having discovered this lovely bit of news about their demanding, self righteous, chapel going, horror of a Mother, both decided her long winded and particular demand for a teak coffin, three large funeral cars, pall bearers under 40 ( their friends) and a three venue funeral and cake fest for 100 church going local chapel going women, was not going to happen.
She was summarily dispatched in a cardboard eco box, I was there, it is a thing. One brother wore a rock T shirt, the burial was private. They did cake on her birthday along with a memorial service at her chapel for the sake of the chapel going village oldies who believed she was a splendid Mother but didn't get to be at the burial because frankly none of us could stomach listening to the lies painting her white.
The moral of this story for me is as follows.
Love your siblings, their presence lasts long after the shenanigans, secrets and emotionally abusive crap of a mentally cruel and or divisive parent are done.
Plus it's nice to share inheritance as well as bad memories with someone who you can laugh as well as cry with about stuff Mom or Dad did.
She died shortly afterwards.