Speaking of identity, Mom never forgave me for keeping the last name I've kept and not taking her family name when they divorced. Kafka. I tried it on, personality fit well, name just did not (yes, maternal lineage to sister of Franz Kafka - explains a lot about me, and how!)
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Wow. One of mine wanted to take my family name in the same situation, and I was like - that's cool, but I'm 100% leaving it to you to take your time, sort your feelings, and do as you wish.
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To make my mother happy was only possible for me when I sang or got a degree. She was impossible to please. She was more extreme than I ever have been, and very mean. Diagnosed Narcissist but high functioning with sparks of beautiful. Hyperverbal intensity, made me look comatose.
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I've noticed your writing about her at various times. They never leave us, mothers. The dialogue is forever.
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Replying to @accessamy
Oh my dear you said it in one word. Mothers. They don't leave us as long as we live and maybe after who know! Oy vey.

Jan 24, 2021 路 10:14 PM UTC

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Replying to @mholzschlag
Things I think about: I was born with all the eggs these ovaries would ever contain. Which means the beginnings of my kids were inside my mom, containing info from the ancestors, and wheeeee, hall of mirrors.