At this writing, I have no idea if my mother is alive in some residence or dead in some cemetery. It would be inconsequential to pine about such a void, for she never filled any motherly instincts throughout my entire existence. She simply did a clean sweep in her life to remove me once I was of age some four decades ago.
I had always heard the phrase, “…and my family is so supportive,” about mothers that bond with daughters for a lifelong, unquestioned relationship. Mother love daughters, at least in my experience. But once she married her new perfect man and gave birth to her new perfect son, I was the part of the tainted past to get rid of. Get rid of cockroaches, get rid of junk, get rid of your daughter!…”Polite People in a Perfect House.”