This family secret is consuming me. I come from a privileged, yet dysfunctional family. My mother lost custody to my dad after a suicide attempt in front of me when I was only 2. I obviously don’t remember and my father is one of the most balanced and loving people I know.
The problem is, I feel so ashamed that I haven’t told a single friend the real story. I’ve had a stepmom forever and I’ve always referred to her as my “mom”. If people asked, I would act evasive. But I want to tell the truth, because I feel like it drives me away from the people I care about. I consider it such a big secret, that not telling it keeps my friendships superficial.
I’m terrified my friends will get mad that I have been lying for such a long time (I’m 22) instead of understanding my reasons.