I’m a little heart sick and I need some opinions from maybe people who have been through something similar. Or just really anyone. I’m trying to squeeze my entire life in a short post so bear with me. I grew up extremely abused. My mom had me at 13, kidnapped me from my grandparents at 3, and brought me across country to her whole new family who wasn’t even aware I existed until then. She was married and pregnant. Her husband found out I existed after they were married and she fell pregnant. Obviously I had a hard time adjusting and wasn’t treated well. I didn’t have my own room and slept on the couch for a long time. I was beat, belittled, and ignored. Over time, my mom got stable (financially) and my step dad moved up some ranks (military). I had 3 siblings who are now 13, 16, and 20. I am 23. Throughout my life, my mom lived outside of her means often having things repossessed and was diagnosed a narcissist with Munchhausens. I was locked in my room for days on end and slipped bread under the door. My room only had a mattress in it. I stayed home while my family went on trips and vacations. I didn’t eat at the table but rather at an end table facing the wall. I started telling people about this treatment and she switched it up and started calling me delusional. I went to doctors and was put on various medications. I was so drugged up I couldn’t stay awake. She would even sometimes take me to the doctor for pain I wasn’t having to get pain meds for herself. She put me in 13 hospitals and switched my insurance several times because when my evals came back normal, insurance refused to cover it. TriCare to Medicaid to whatever else she thought up. Told my siblings I tried to kill them and wasn’t stable. None of this was true. She even started a support group on base that caught the eye of Michelle Obama. All based off of lies. This isn’t to mention the verbal abuse. Telling me I looked like a fat man, saying I looked pregnant, or her favorite “You’ll grow up in a trailer park with a baby on your hip.” It would take a novel to write about it all. Leaving me with drug addict baby sitters where I sat in a hot car for 10 hours every day so she could go out drinking, not caring when I was raped, dropping me off at 13 in the middle of downtown to find someone to “sleep with” since I was “such a whore”, trying to sleep with my minor boyfriends, etc. I want to add that my siblings never received similar treatment. All of my treatment was masked as me being absolutely psycho and her protecting them from me. She told them my “brain was sick”. My stepdad also told me a few years ago that he wanted to sleep with me and when I told my mom she said I made it up because I’m “fat and ugly” and jealous of her. I cut everyone off. Fast forward, I am living my own life and have been across country from them, married, with my own bright little boy now. My mom left my stepdad and now lives in Hawaii with a married man. She left all of her kids but my 16 year old sister who moved with her. She’s partying. Living her “best life”. My stepdad still lives in Florida on a military base. None of them want anything to do with me. I’ve texted each of my siblings and they want nothing to do with me. They think I’m crazy and out of my mind, not to mention dangerous. This hurts my heart and although I don’t know them well anymore, it hurts me to know that my mom robbed me of a normal sibling relationship so she could have her perfect life. All of my siblings are really close. My sisters are really close to my mom and seem to be very similar to her. “Best friends” if you will. My brother seems really stable but also close to my mom. He just got a tattoo of a bouquet of flowers for each of his sisters...there were only 2 flowers. It absolutely devastated me. It angered me. SHE is the one who is unstable. She’s evil and vile. Here I am, living a normal life. Working on my Masters degree. A great mom (I feel so at least). Married. Living a fairly well off, normal life. Yet I’m exiled. It doesn’t feel fair. I’ve considered writing them a letter. A loooong letter. An explanation from my side. But my family said I need to let it be. Don’t rock the boat and stir up family drama that’s been dead. I just feel like justice hasn’t been served. Does anyone have any advice? 😔