Chapter 8 - MY MOTHER TOLD ME WHY SHE NEVER TOLD MEI stayed angry at Marianne.
Not because she wasn’t my biological mother.
Because she hid the truth.
She accepted that.
“I was afraid you’d stop seeing me as your mother.”
There.
Not just protecting me.
Protecting herself.
That honesty softened something.
She continued.
“I had raised you from four.”
“You were mine.”
“And Eleanor was alive.”
“Yes.”
“She wanted contact.”
“Yes.”
“And I was jealous.”
That hurt to hear.
But I preferred it.
“I told myself her life was unstable.”
“She was trapped in an abusive marriage.”
“I know now.”
“Did you know then?”
“Some.”
Mom cried.
“I was afraid she’d come back and take you.”
Legally unlikely.
Emotionally understandable.
Still wrong to make the decision for me forever.
I said:
“You didn’t have to disappear for her to exist.”
She nodded.
“I know.”
That became a theme.
Families erase people because they think identity is a limited resource.
One mother must replace another.
One heir must erase another.
One founder must own the story.
One woman must be above another.
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It was the same structure over and over.
Hierarchy disguised as order.
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