I think I was wrong about being a former golden child. I don’t think I ever was. I was/am the lost child. I was/am shy and introverted. I worshiped my narcissistic mother and narcissistic golden child sister so they would love me. When I began to speak up and call them on their bullshit, they began turning me into the scapegoat.
It makes even more sense now. I thought they were like best friends to me. I can see now that it was very one sided, with both of them.
The more I read about dysfunctional families with narcissistic mothers, the more I learn about myself and my crazy family. The more I put myself in the company of my mother, the more I believe this is really true.