I'll start. One of the things about both of my parents is that I never saw them with any friends. I don't think either of them had friends. My father spent most of his time when he wasn't at work alone in the garage or in the the basement, both places where none of us children were supposed to go. He had both places filled with different types of woodworking equipment, such as lathes, tablesaws, planers, drill presses, and routers. My father was very devoted to his woodworking tools. My mother spent her time alone at home, using chemicals to strip the finish from old chairs and then refinishing them. She tried to sell the chairs, but I don't believe she was successful. I think it may have been a joke at our house that there were hundreds of chairs, but there was nowhere to sit, as most of the chairs were broken or the seats were stacked with my mother's useless hoarded junk. My mother was a hoarder, collecting things of no value that she piled up in rooms in the house, often leaving no pathway for walking through the rooms. I would have to describe my mother and father as loners. Although I never saw my parents with any friends, both of them did have fairly close ties to their own parents, calling them and visiting them fairly frequently.

I had many abusers in my life. My father was an alcholic. I rarely saw him, but when he was around, he was either sleeping or beating up someone. He never worked.

My mother was very angry at my father because he didn't work and left everything to her. She was very jelous of us, children. I didn't understand her jelousy at all, though. She beat us up except my middle sister. She was actually able to control her, somehow, and they sometimes ganged up in abuse.

My grand mother was the evil of all evils. There was no doubt in my mind she was a psychopath. She did anything for money and power. Outside, she appeared to be a sweet old lady.

My grand father was very egoistic, and he was good at taking advantage of others. He became rich by exploiting others, which included me, his own grand child.

None of them had any friends, and they didn't trust anyone, not even their onw family members. They were very prejudice. They all thought they were above most people, even law. They had a notion that they could buy anything with money, and they liked execising their power.

I had other abusers, but I'm not ready to talk about them yet. I hope I'll have courage to do so soon... I don't think I can deal with them right now.

My mother converted to her religious organization when she was pregnant with me. My father joined when I was about 7. The thing is that I do see my personality being a mixture of their personalities. I have made different decisions. I can't say that my parents didn't have any friends, but they are full of jealousy and resentments. They please people in the congregation and vented their frustrations with us their children.

My mother is undiagnosed something. My best guess is bipolar disorder. My father has always been an angry, resentful person. Both my parents put a glazed happy face about how "blessed by god" they are, but you can see the anger and resentments and their denial about it.

I have their personalities; the difference is in how I use it and how I make better decisions, how I don't misuse god as a crutch, and how I don't take my anger and frustrations on the people I love.

My mom is definitely narcissistic - it was always about her even when she was a teenager (my uncle confirmed this). Step- father (which I never called him) was a diagnosed schizophrenic. Grandma doctor shopped before the term existed and was hooked on prescription drugs. Yes these were the people I was raise by- a basic looney bin (please excuse the term- I don't mean to offend but it is the best description of my childhood home). Others who may have abused me include my grandfather and a contractor that worked on the house. I just don't remember why these two bother me. The name of the contractor makes me nervous to even think of. Grandpa came up a the end of a dream and scared me awake- only saw his face.
So far I have tried my best to not be like them. I get treatment for my mental health issues, I put others before me (sometimes to a detriment), and I am careful with any substances with the potential for abuse. I always look at these people when I think of doing something that does not feel right- would they do it? If yes, I don't commit to the action- I don't want to be like them.

My Mother was my first abuser, and she was a narcissist to a high degree. It took me years to see and recognize this, as she blamed me and my stepfather for her way of being, and she blamed her parents. She said her father was a narcissist (and so he is, but in a very different way then her) and while I am sure that her parents are to a degree responsible for how she is today, I don't think that excuses my mother, it just creates understanding. My mother was abusive as well as narcissistic, everything was and is about her, I was to be an image of what she wasn't in life. In failing to do so (or when I do fail) then she punishes me in whatever way she is able at that time. Which has ranged over the years from locking me in the bathroom to with-holding food and affection/attention. She alternated between moments of great caring and compassion to anger and raging, and she could turn that on like a light. In retrospect, it was rather like an adult version of a two year old, where one minute they are bubbly and happy with a new toy, the next having a tantrum because they can't get it to work.
My step-father parentafied me, he himself was also a victim of my mother. However, he handled this by both backing her up regardless of how wrong he would see or admit it was in all her treatment of me. And when he needed to, he leaned on me for support, like when he felt suicidal. The end result from my end was the solid knowledge my mother was nuts and my father would be leaving shortly, and I'd be on my own. My step father had himself grown up in an abusive home, and as such was a lost soul. He never meant to hurt anyone, and tried very hard to make everyone happy, but lets be honest, the terrified child vs the raging mother? He kept her happy at all costs.
My sexual abuser through my teens was a twisted soul as well. He abused me but excused himself by assuring both of us I enjoyed it, and that if I didn't then that was some fault of my own. He used love and my work as threats to make me comply as I became physically strong enough to resist his advances. In the end, he settled on love being the focus of his control over me, he loved me when I let him abuse me, he did not if I stopped him. He promised me the world when I turned 18 and was legal. He lived a lifestyle I'd give my teeth to get to live (even to this day) and I was willing at that time to give my soul to live like that. He used that as bait to keep me in the relationship, but when the time came to do so, he could not, and as such I felt he had failed his end of the bargain. I put up with this for a non-existent payout? Oh no I did not! Thankfully that was what let me get out of that situation, there was no point in being physically and sexually battered and abused with no payout. I think honestly in a twisted way he did love me, he just did not have a normal capacity to express it. And also, in retrospect, much of what he did to me sexually would have fallen into the category of fetish play, had it been done in a caring manner with a "safe" word and my consent. Because it wasn't, it was abuse, and very confusing for me. It left me with scars related to sex that have taken me years to comprehend and work through to the degree I have today. And I still have a difficult time seeing sex as something shared between two loving adults, for me it is hard to see that, it's sex. Sometimes it's good, and sometimes it's nothing and sometimes it hurts. I will never ever let it be what it was with him or with my ex husband though.
My ex husband was verbally and emotionally abusive. His personality reflected that, he was what others needed him to be. So on the outside, he was the perfect boyfriend, fiance, husband, son, friend and any denial to those ideals from me made him very very angry (in private). He is a king at crazy making. He used manipulation to an amazing degree to keep me in the relationship and make me feel that it was my fault. I know now he never actually loved me, I'm not sure he knows how to do that, love and hate were emotions he didn't truly have, he just used as needed to manipulate me. He caused me a great amount of pain (which I blamed myself for) and left me with a bunch more scars then I had before. And I am sure it will be years before I work through the damage he did. He was very difficult, many people once alerted to my ex before him or my parents could quickly see the pattern of abusive behavior in them. With my husband, no one could. He seemed so perfect, maybe it was my fault And I spent years trying to figure out why he was so adamantly trying to crush me, while he was so kind, thoughtful and caring to everyone else. Like it was my fault he treated me this way when no one was looking. I think one of his biggest shows of his character was the way he would compliment me in front of people, to show what an amazing thing he had caught, but then later when no one was around he would literally rescind those statements. "I said to so and so you were beautiful, but I think you looked awful today, you are so fat right now, I don't know how they believed me." Constant emotional roller coaster with him, that finally settled on a low.
I know I carry some of my abusers traits with me. They had some good traits. But they had more bad ones. I do not mind carrying the good from them forward, I think it is the best thing I can do. But I will never carry with me the abusive traits. I will never use love with another person to control them. I will never rage the way my mother did. I will never expect any child to support me in my time of need, I will never place them in a position where they feel they have to fix what is wrong in my life. I will never use sex to hurt or control my partner. I am always careful about what and how I say things to people, so that my words are not hurtful. There is a difference between being honest and being harsh. I am not my abusers, and I never will be, I refuse to pass that pain on to anyone else!

My dad and his brother are narcissists, my dad, the violent torturer, and his brother the "Moe". He tried to be a father when he wasn't hurting me but lets face it, it never feels like trust, cause the fear is always under the surface, wondering when I am going to look the wrong way, or he is going to leave me alone with his brother again.

After thinking about it more, I realize if he had a personality, I wouldn't know it. All I know is the anger, and the violence. I am so glad I got past it somehow and dealt with all the shit demons I developed and lived with for 44 years. I'm 45 and free now.

I don't really know how to define my mother aside from narcissistic. In psychology(class), we learned that during a certain stage in child development, a child is unaware that the rest of the world doesn't share his or her wishes and knowledge, and that seems to be where my mother has always been. She just doesn't know what to do when defied, and that made me into a source of frustration for her. She had major trust issues which meant she routinely went through my things. Because she couldn't handle that I was growing up as someone different than her, she would cry and shame me for anything she found that didn't reflect her personal wishes for how I should be. Then of course, there was the way that she couldn't handle any kind of conflict. She would threaten to kill herself if my step dad and I didn't get along instead of trying to figure out what the problem was.

My step dad (csa) was above all else lazy. I believe he was fired from a construction job, and he was routinely being "laid off" from his fork lifting jobs because of it. He would call every opportunity a "stepping stone" which he claimed he would use to get a better job to support us in the future. That never happened. He spent money we didn't have(hundreds? monthly) on fast food while on lunch at work, and blamed our lack of funds on that greedy bank and their spontaneous overdraft fees.

To put it lightly, he didn't do s***. All he ever did around the house was make himself sandwiches and this disgusting chili dog crap out of a can. He was constantly pretending not to understand certain concepts, mishear sentences, and forget instructions, in order to frustrate my mother who seemed only to have married him in order to have herself a second child. (I know because he would tell me he was only pretending to be dumb in order to be difficult.) Emotionally, he was basically a child, and I believe it was this immaturity that he used to even further exploit everyone in order to convince the court that he was mentally disabled due to a brain injury from high school. He was more of an irritating sibling than a step father. We fought constantly because he felt I was a threat; I was stealing my mother's attention away from him. My mother, of course, then completely ignored me, my problems, and my development, in order to cater to him.

At times, he would try to rescue me from my mother. When I was younger, my mother had no patience with me, and would resort to excessive spanking and yelling. He would be the one to tell her that she was going too far and that I was only a child. Sometimes I wonder if my mother was using me as a prop to get his attention, so that he would stop her from herself and tend to her needs.

Those were the two most humiliating aspects of it all; my abuser had to rescue me, and my mother preferred his company over mine which meant I was mostly ignored.

Hah I feel you beaumont. My father was either: sleeping, eating or in the den "working" which was code for drinking which we all knew because he'd blare his music. Of course my mother tried to protect us cause when he'd end up in jail she'd say he was "in a hotel" lol And like yours, he was never really around any friends cause like my mom would say, he never liked anybody haha