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I've always known there was something off about my mother.

My whole life, she has never once taken an interest in me.

Call it a conceded thing to notice or whatever.

But I think most would agree that mothers typically have some sort of role in their son's life,

especially if they're an only child.

My mom never has.

For as long as I can remember, she's been indifferent to me,

and her only focus has been my father.

She rarely lets him leave the house without her.

And when she does, it's never for longer than 20 minutes,

and she usually calls it once or twice while he's gone.

As I got older, I found this extremely strange.

But never in a million years would I have guessed what I think is going on now.

Basically, I think 17 years ago, my mom kidnapped him,

and I am the product of a victim and his captor.

I swear I'm not crazy.

I'll explain everything as best I can.

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