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My relationship with my mom is extremely complex. When I was first conscious—it was just me, her and my dad. I found her alien.
My dad was so present and funny, and she was just…efficient. Officious. Highly nervous. She had us triangulated against the wall. We kind of didn’t like her. She was a classic buzzkill.
So of course after 10 years of her catastrophic needling, he left—in audacious fashion, with a glamorous younger woman. I think this shattered what was left of my mother’s delicate pysche.
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