I went through something similar about 3-4 years ago.
I was Chronically Depressed (diagnosed in 1997).
That's when the medications started. I finally got to a point where my skeleton in my closet were looking kinda old. I decided to look at them and throw them out or take care of them (destroy them)
Everyone of them pertained to my mother somehow. Basically I ended any spending anymore time and effort trying to "comply" with her WARPED sense of reality.
To this day, she still think *I* have the problem.
FUCK HER and the Stupid shit she *STILL* pulls.
I can't say anything nice to her without her thinking cynically. For example:
ME: Mom, you look nice today.
HER: So, you are saying I look terrible the rest of the time?
I end the conversation, without another comment. Let us not get started with here scolding *MY* kids. Or her advice on HOWTO raise kids.
I empathize with you Thane.