1994 — Ferry to Disney World — Annual Birthday Trip, Year 5 — One of many forgotten memories in contrast to the fabricated narrative that now circulates as “truth” in my child’s professional and social circles.

Memento Mori: The Wrap

The child who swore care and love in 2018 to steal family photos and mementos tells me in 2023 to call a shelter and in 2026, now three years deep in homelessness, tells me I am not welcome in their life.

But only because they were caught behaving unethically (using ChatGPT to attempt unauthorized psychological diagnosis of their mother), and fear repercussions that will damage their shiny, new career as an MFT.

Mind you, I had decided several weeks before that this child was too toxic and that decades of deception and unethical behaviors were incontrovertible; my estate planning and intention to disinherit them and make the boundary between us permanent is in process.

My child thought telling me they weren’t interested and didn’t want to be involved meant I couldn’t deliver that paperwork to their home. They are, of course, incorrect. But it’s a good example of just how petty they become.

They hold great anger over a rupture in 2000–2001 time frame that caused them to spend two years with their father and a friend of his (ex-girlfriend) who had remarried and worked in the county child protection service.

They treat that two year separation as if it were a deliberate and intentional abandonment. They treat all attempts to reunite and reconcile as if they never happened. They treat all evidence of this as if fabricated, and have further fabricated abuse that did not happen and a narrative that assassinates my character to further inflate their reputation and image.

Daughter, you never understood that I still hold the receipts. The adults still live who are credible in ways you refuse to accord me as a disabled, neurodivergent human. They too, can and will testify that you lie, child. You know this, so you keep great distance from any who could blow your neurotypical, ‘passing’ cover.

Sadly, you will never realize that no one wanted to ‘blow your cover’. If anything, it’s sad you genuinely think you need such. Your own shame and crushed self-worth you attempt to lay at my feet as if ever I owned it or caused it… we both know that happened long after you rejected me. I will not own your choices nor their outcomes.

Your choice to reject me at 14 was your own.

Your choice to remain apart and fall into prostitution and stripping was your own.

Your choice to refuse me over decades was your own.

Your choice to shun me from your life since your wedding was your own.

Your choice to ignore my messages, calls, and interest in your life and children was your own.

You made these choices. And every step of the way, you insisted on your delusion and deceptions because you seemingly need to reconstruct yourself on the bones of all you think I did not manage for you.

You insist you were unsafe. After 12? Absolutely. Before then? Not once.

You insist you were abandoned. Never happened. Your delusion is disproved by all but you. That is your choice. Enjoy it.

You insist that context and circumstance are unimportant and only impact and repair matter. That is your desperation for control talking and you can keep that, too. No one controls life, least of all me, least of all, you. Deal.

You think you are ‘far enough away’ that generational trauma can no longer touch you. You are a fool. It is IN you and the only way you’re getting it out is to work with ME.

But you cannot accept that, either. Because of all the humans you will never willingly choose to understand, your own mother tops the list.

Why?

Because you define yourself as my opposite. As my better. You define me only by what you feel you lacked and missed.

You’re still stuck in the “did it all myself, broke the chains my way” mentality.

Yeah, enjoy that while it lasts. I recall it felt nice, but ultimately, no less delusional.

This is your loss, daughter.

Any time you wish to reclaim it, family therapy is available.

The only one who has ever refused, ever avoided, ever pretended otherwise….? You. Since age 14.

And now this is proven, too.