Sadly, she was not.
I can hope that this might have been — indeed, I think it would have been — but two years after sending me to live with my father my mother took her own life. The final abandonment. Evidently she was deeply troubled, and my existence was only part of that. We’ll never really know what happened. I try to focus on the good times.
I hope your story includes good times. I hope you found your way. Erin, thank you for writing.