About a year after I realised the extent of my mothers damaging influence on my life and for the first time knowing that it has a name and that I wasn't the only one to suffer so, I broke off with my family. I did not tell them directly why, only that I was in therapy because of difficulties as a child. I realised that I would not be able to withstand my mother's confabulations and that likely no-one would believe me. When several years later a few family members (not blood relations) contacted me and asked why I would not speak to my family, I told them everything, without holding back. That did not work, some said they believed me, but now no-one responds to me anymore. I assume that my mother has told them lies, again. I have no idea how to resolve this, I do not want to break up the family, but shudder to think of what she could do to the grand- and great grandchildren. I do not know how to stop her.
It feels like some curse on the family, spreading from one generation to the next. No telling how many in my generation and the generations after us will be repeating it.