My mom probably was a bit of a narcissist herself - all into career, ice cold. I have always feared her more than I loved her and my success was there to please her. And even today, so many years after she passed away, I have this unpleasant feeling when talking bad about her, like it is sacrilegious or something. We could never criticize her, we could never oppose her. Oh, God forbid. *shudders* She would crush you like a bug.
I do not hate her, just have this emptiness inside.