Author: yourassismine__

Dear Reader(s),

[If you’re just joining in, you need to read Part 1 to understand this story.](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/10i4j1r/ms_coming_home_to_mom_part_1_promises/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)

To the others, thank you for the overwhelming response to my story. I appreciate those of you who have been calling me out on my insensitivity in the last part. This exercise is for me to process many pages of memories, to make connections that I didn’t make earlier, and figure out how I ended up where I am.

When I said, lovely reader, that I intend to take you along as my judge and witness, I meant it. I submit myself to your judgment and your mirth, your sympathy and your empathy. I want to start this part by talking a bit about a memory that I think will serve as an important context to this story.

#How it all began – An overheard conversation.

I remember, as a child, overhearing a particularly aggressive fight between my mom and my dad. My mom and I had never known, outside of us, a home that could ever be called whole. She was a product of a broken home, and so was I. Our destinies were entwined by not only a strong biological bond, but also a shared experience of abandonment. Read more »

Dear Reader,

Like all true stories, this one has many layers and sub layers. I don’t know why what happened happened. But it happened. I promise.

And through this exercise, with you as my witness and judge, I’m trying to understand why it happened. Why i am here, telling this story. But we must begin at the beginning. I will set up some context so you can first see the world as I have seen it.

Partly because to understand what happened, dear Reader, you need to understand us. So join me as I begin to unpeel the layers of the onion.

##The core – The context of my childhood – My early childhood relationship with my mom

My mother always said, “I love you more than anyone else because I had a 9 month headstart on loving you.” Growing up, my dad wasn’t around a lot. He was always traveling for work. Eventually, he met someone and cheated on my mom during one of his “business trips”. Read more »