This came on On This Day, but I didn’t want this public as my mother has since been on Facebook and it wouldn’t look-good if she saw this…

I’ve kept a deep secret for over 2 decades. Some individuals of certain class have been briefed on this, but not everyone.

I remember a certain year, an age and time of my life where my mother and I started to drift away. I was ten in 1997, my mother was turning twenty seven. My mother was breaking up her second boyfriend, and I was entering the infamous “double digits”.

It was that year, my time of preteens and my mother’s critical age of defining herself that started the downfall. While at the same time, the South School clique (i.e. the IEP Team) was all on her side, every time. But the admiration of my mother (or hell a woman crush) was almost as admiring a brand, and a brand really means, a namesake product that is past it’s true value.

My mother’s value was already starting to go down. So people were admiring a 1993 version of my mother despite her emotional changes.

In that same year, she got more emotional, more combative, more defensive and highly fragile emotionally. This began the practice of “raising” ones voice to “hear” the other person. Which often resulted, in one “yelling” at the other to out-yell the other person. “Five second rules” or “listening” was a one way street, and whose way was right… not me!

Grandpa was out of the picture, as he sided with the Plastic Aunt from Jersey, and other family members. My mother was truly a middle child.

I identify my mother as biological woman, but inside she is barely an adult female. She’s emotional, comes off as needy, but then she prides being the independent woman, then gets all upset if I post something about her because some random person in the middle of nowhere, that may see a post – who I wouldn’t even know would bother her for her reputation.

(Hence the strong firewall policy of discussion of family online for many years.)

But this is crossed too many lines, and sadly, there was not enough accountability because too many supports from yesteryear had an inappropriate relationship with my mother having an obscene same-sex crush on a woman who was so inherently weak that no one had the stones to say in documentation, but to slander me in many documentations that would indirectly define me.

I was afraid to speak up because I feared the mama-bear would turn against her cub. Worse other people would get angry at me of I was honest and felt dual accountability would be important.

But no, that’s not what’s happening. Others had the audacity to call out my faults, while I saw my mother unscathed and sadly I am the one who has been doing what others should’ve done.

This relationship started to end in 1997, and sadly it will end as such after 21+ years only because “the adults in the room” refused to act appropriately and hold each other accountable. And people wondered why I so desperately wanted a girl to get an inlaw family, fully equipped with a mother, a father, a sister and/or a brother of a nuclear family that would never fail, and end in explosive results like in my family.

This has been a similar narrative written since 2022…