My maternal grandmother didn’t tell my mother she loved her apparently, so this caused my mother to become a raging narcissist love bomber to my brother the golden child. I was scapegoated, sexualised and Soph-ified whenever it was convenient for my mother, I never knew which one to be so I just resorted to chucking tantrums, flipping her the bird and looking generally unimpressed with her when she filmed me. She was weirdly obsessed with my height, foot size and netball ability and wanted me to be a Diamond like she almost was apparently, but I only wanted to be an exotic dancer and content creator because sexualised content was the only thing my mother ever modelled for me. I’d had 7 mums by the time I was 7 - her, my dad’s partner, a professional soccer player, a professional basketballer, 2 professional AFLW players and my mum’s PA who my mother also tried to tell me was my sister. I now have major mummy issues and a weird concept of boundaries that I’m trying to heal from one Only Fans post at a time.
