Living with the fact that 我 的 妈妈 有 双重 人格
I spent a huge chunk of my childhood convinced that 我 的 妈妈 有 双重 人格, and it wasn't just some dramatic kid's imagination playing tricks on me. To anyone on the outside, my mom was the personification of "perfect." She was the one who volunteered for every bake sale, remembered everyone's birthday, and always had a kind word for the neighbors. But once the front door clicked shut and the world was locked out, the atmosphere in our house shifted instantly. It was like watching a theater actor step out of character the second they hit the wings—the smile dropped, her posture changed, and a completely different person took over. ...