In the end...did my mom win the battle? My mother was an abusive narc. I was the scapegoat child (still is) and she abused me the worst. I was kicked down stairs, called every horrible a name a little girl shouldn't be called, beaten, told lies about my father, and was even told to commit suicide. Things were so bad I ended up going to a psych ward and when I was released I went to stay with family, who ended up being just as toxic. 

In the end my mom died 2 months ago from cancer. In the end...I feel like she won. She's dead in peace and I'm alive miserable. 