I have–and right smack-dab in my childhood home in the upstairs hallway. I’ve seen this poor girl’s picture attached and atop poor me’s picture since around 1983 when my mother received the photo from an actual milk carton that was cut out and sent to her by my Aunt Janet (the same one who threatened to call the police as I was sitting by, and loving, my mom as she lay dying, per direction from my sister with NPD DSM-V). The missing girl, the consensus is, looks just like me!

I’m no expert on child development, admittedly, but does anyone think this is “normal mom” behavior?

If it is, I’ll stop all this nonsense and face the hard truth that I deserved everything I got and that my suffering–past and present–is clearly due to my own abhorrent flaws rather than due to an insensitive mother with a questionable compass…

This photo of the hallway pictures of “us girls” at my mom’s doesn’t seem too fascinating, I’m sure. Just a couple of ordinary run-of-the-mill daughters in the 70’s and 80’s. Let’s move on to the photo below, shall we?

The above photo is the same hallway at my mom’s. Here you can see, on the far right, a framed photo with some other photos wedged into the outside of the frame…

This here is a close-up of my mother’s photo of me from Petaluma Junior High School in 1983. That’s me, alright, with feathered hair, an Izod and braces. Me…and Charlotte Kinsey. Charlotte, along with her friend, Cinda Pallett, have been missing since 1981. It is presumed that they were kidnapped from the Oklahoma State Fair, raped and murdered. Their bodies have never been found.

Yes. It is clear I have no one to blame but myself for being disinherited and wished dead.