A little insight from someone who had this done to them at the age of 9 as “a punishment”. My mother decided I was being too difficult and needed to be punished, so she slammed the breaks on the car, pulled me out and drove off “to teach me a lesson”. I stood there, cried for a moment and decided to try and walk back to my school to find help. 30min later my mother returned (told me the only reason she came back was because my little sister wouldn’t stop screaming for me) and yelled at me for not staying in the same spot. Not only have I never forgotten this day, it cemented in me that I couldn’t trust my mother, that her love was conditional on how well I behaved, and that if anything bad ever happened to me that she would be the last person I would ever go to because she probably wouldn’t believe me anyway. She apologised for that day 20yr later and while I tried, I just couldn’t find it in myself to forgive her because I feel like everything she says and does comes with strings attached or is done because she likes everyone around her outside of the family to think she’s perfect - not because she has genuine feelings of remorse for screwing up her relationship with her daughter.