Rewriting the past. My mother did the same thing. Fortunately for me, I had my siblings to back me up. Now that I think about it, it's one of the last times I spoke with my father before he died. Evidently, I was recalling events that never happened (even though us kids discussed this time and time again in the past). He came to her defense, publicly giving me a "good talking to" on Facebook, which I never saw because I wasn't on Facebook, but he loved to air out the family's dirty laundry in a public forum for all the rest of the family to see. It was literally the four of us, sitting in a group in my parent's living room at Christmas (we were all in our 40's and 50's as adults) laughing hysterically at all the "traumatic" events of our childhood.
Keep in mind, it was the group of us, and we were able to laugh because we had discussed it several times before since we were kids (granted, it wasn't funny when it happened). This is how our family coped, with humor. Well mom wasn't happy this time, obviously, upset because "none of this ever happened" and was talking with dad. Dad to the "rescue" and singled me out, never saying a word to my siblings, but thought it was "safe" to vent on Facebook since I no longer had an account, but he was more interested in my reputation destruction in front of the rest of my family who would read it all. Thanks mom and dad. That was the last straw that broke the camel's back.