My father was the narcissist, my Mother was an enabler and alcoholic. She enjoyed tormenting me, but I only understood that recently.

I was about 16, sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cola in a glass. I turned around or got up for a second, then sat back down. When I drank again from the glass, it was pancake syrup.

She had put syrup in the same type of glass, taken mine away, then let me drink it.

She was a super sick lady. She also enjoyed having other people hurt me.