Yes.
She was a mentally ill piece of shit making up an abusive little regime of terror for her young child, both mentally and physically. She tried to set me up against my dad from a very young age. He was often out winning the bread to feed his family, while she was the most useless "house wife" ever (not doing any chores, being a burden to everyone).
I was never a turbulent child, and yet I was treated as the worst little piece of shit by her, getting punished over nothing, or having to abide to the most absurd rules just to please her limitless ego. Her controle over me as a child was absolute and constant, might I say totalitarian. Fortunately, she was also some kind of social litter that would sleep until late in the morning, so I was free to be a normal child as long as she wasn't woken up. I have tons and tons of souvenirs of her abuses, but that's a painful story I wouldn't want to bother anyone about.
She only became less abusive once I reached late teenagehood, when I started to become more imposing and could be more independant than she ever was. Indeed, despite being the annoying clinical "feminist" type, she always found a way to be a leech to a man, wether it was her own dad, and then mine. She even made clear she was envisioning to be a leech of mine in her old age. To that, i say wait and see ... She's probably the most miserable and despicable being I have ever known.
She deeply and totally shaped my view of women, and for that I thank her. I have absolutely no illusion nor any romantic aspiration towards the "fairer sex" thanks to her.
