~ II~ We moved every year when I was a child, oftentimes more than once a year. Part of this pattern was due to my mother's inability to resolve conflict, and another piece was my grandfather's strings of enabling on her. She moved several times when she was a child because her father was an active service member in the Army. This meant that my mother could reinvent herself every time they moved, and it was usually across countries, so there was no trail of breadcrumbs for others to follow—no way for them to check her stories for accuracy. I spent my childhood hearing wild tales of adventure from my mother, and I was too young to question whether or not they were real or imagined. That's the thing with inconsistency within one's self, people find ways to adapt to the lack of connection, and her way to seem more interesting than her peers was to make up wild stories each time they landed in a new country. I began to question the wild stories that she told me at a youn...
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