I wasn't admitting a social breakdown with my parents

In the society of the family, I was an outcast. But I wanted to think I came from a good family. That idea did me no good. It is better to call a spade a spade.

My mom really believed we were better than everybody else. It’s been such a revelation as I got/get older and realize what a horribly dysfunctional family mine is. I agree that honesty and “owning” reality is the best way. I grew up keeping secrets and believing lies.