I have to get some shit off my chest lads. I have had multiple red flags go off about my mother. I suspect that she either has BPD or is a covert narcissist but I need to confirm with y'all to make sure I'm not fucked up for assuming the worst in her. When I was 15 I remember confessing to her about how I struggled with quitting pornography and how I felt ashamed for doing so and that I wanted to quit. Instead of saying the usual shit that Christian parents usually do like

oh don't worry son, everybody sins and Jesus' love can cure all

Nope, none of that stuff. How does she respond?

Oh don't worry son. Did you know that I had an abortion? He was supposed to be your older brother? Would you like to know what his name was supposed to be? I would have named him Michael. But it's ok because I asked the Lord for forgiveness and he forgave me.

The whole conversation was so surreal I thought that I had made it up, like some kind of fugue state. I even remember overhearing a phone conversation she was having with a friend of hers about a year ago:

Some people just don't know how to be tough nowadays. I mean I had an abortion for Christ sakes, you don't see me curled up in a ball all day crying about it!!!

She has henpecked my father constantly for as long as I can remember (I'm 25), and she would physically attack him (shoving her hand over his mouth when she was didn't want to hear him speak). Whenever I accomplished anything and felt like we needed to celebrate she would remind me that the celebration wasn't just about "me," and that the reason why I got far in anything was because of "her" encouragement. She revealed to me that she used to work as a bartender in a strip club. My father just stood there saying:

Oh yeah! Your mother used to roll like that yo! Sometimes I would even drive her to work and drop her off, ahh good times!!!

soyface intensifies

tfw he is completely serious

Now if none of that is enough to convince even the most prudent skeptic that something is up, this shit takes the cake (happened about 2 years ago):

be me

lying fast asleep

no dreams tonight

suddenly feel a bone harrowing chill

no windows are open

it's the middle of fucking summer

I feel something moving on my bed behind me

A hand starts touching my back

I wake up and turn around as fast as I could

my mother rushes into my room to ask what the hell just happened

I see my brother on the other side of the room knocked out of his bed, staring at me terrified

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Everyone in the house says I let out a bloodcurdling scream

My mother says "Remember that I told you demons are real?"

she walks away

I asked my brother what happened to him

he says that he saw a shadowman in a dream

tfw he said it felt like a hand grabbed him and threw him off of his bed and that my scream apparently woke him up

tfw I told him I also felt a hand grab me

I'm currently between jobs so I can't spill my spaghetti before I jump ship. At this point I'm considering taking any job so long as I can get as far away from this situation as possible. I can't talk to my brothers about this because they would think I'm crazy, or worse, they already know this shit and still love her just the same. I believe family comes first, but this shit is fucking insane. Wat do?