My mom dragged the family in when I was 6.I never bought the crap.I got baptised at 12 to make mom happy.I even reg pioneered to make her happy.And she was never happy.Her family had to be the most exemplary.I had weird taste in clothes.And while I could spew the "truth" like it was in my heart,I couldnt hide my disgust with the people themselves...
I left the day I turned 17.Had limited contact with the folks until I got knocked up.Then I was an indecent person.Havent spoken to my mother in 3 years.If she sees me out and about she ignores me.