Narcissistic mother?

A couple of months ago I went through a bit of a traumatic event that triggered a lot of memories that I thought were lost. Among these, there were many about my parents. My parents divorced when I was 6, but separated since I was 4. I never considered it traumatic until recently, when more memories kept popping up. All of a sudden, I remember my dad taking me to see the women he would cheat on my mom with and I would spend time with their kids. Add to that all the time I spent in the courthouse from psychs to social workers to judges (oh my!) Anyway, I'm about to turn 23 and I'm doing my MA in New York. My mother insisted she move in with me and how I'm just feeling so angry at so many things I wish she would just own up to.

After she and my dad got divorced, she became severely depressed. Often she couldn't get up from bed. I remember having to take care of my little sisters consistently.

When I was 12, she "allowed" me to have a long distance boyfriend. This was the son of a guy she was dating at the time. I mostly just followed whatever she told me. At the some point, the boy asked for naked pictures of me. I didn't know why. Mom said she knew why and took them for me. I didn't realize it was sexual assault until later.

Even after facilitating this encounter at freaking 12 years old, she shamed me for having sex with my then boyfriend at 17yrs old and exchanging pictures.

She regularly says she's jealous of the relationship I have with my two little sisters and I have to constantly remind her that it's not something that came out of the blue. I cultivated those relationships ever since she couldn't wake up bc of how depressed she was.

Almost a year ago she took me to this real estate seminar thing and they offered her a course that cost a couple of thousand dollars. She wanted me to cover for it. I asked her point blank if she would actually put in the effort or if it would be another one of those half baked things she did. She said she really would put in the effort. A year later, there's nothing to show for it and I haven't gotten my money back.

She claims I don't know what I'm doing with my money but she doesn't handle hers well at all, spending it on trivial things.

She claims she moved in with me to take care of me while I study so I don't have to think about cleaning clothes or food or whatever - but constantly complains if I don't do the dishes or throw out the trash or whatever.

I feel like the more I think about it, the angrier I get. I'm *** off I didn't get a normal childhood bc I had to be the grown up. I'm angry that nobody ever celebrated my wins so now I'm terrified of failing. I'm upset that I feel like child not because I am, but because I'm treated like it while at the same time being held responsible for the family's emotional and financial well being.

Really the icing on the cake is that the traumatic event was mostly a substance induced psicosis. She took me to the psych ward against my will and told me it was my fault because I don't tell her things. I told her that it's her fault because she *taught* me not to tell her things. She taught me to do things by myself and tell her after. Whenever I was open with her, she'd make fun of me or tell me I did it wrong or whatever. And then she said I was making stuff up to hurt her.

I just don't know how to deal with this without anger festering inside me. I feel like the more thought I give it, the more *** off I get. I don't want to touch her, I don't even want to see her. I wish I could just throw her out of my life. I've been raising myself anyway.