The day I met his family

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They were waiting for me: his mother, C.L. T.-S., and his adoptive sister from Puerto Rico, E.S. Although I didn't talk to his father on the first day or any other day, their presence was palpable. Before I continue, I must ask: why did she adopt a newborn of color from Puerto Rico? I won't reveal the secret I know, but C.L. T.-S. adopted her for questionable reasons and has since manipulated her son, R.S. When he witnessed his mother's miscarriage 20 years ago due to her drinking problem, she intentionally made him recall that trauma to keep the family together. He doesn't know the actual reason behind her miscarriage; in his eyes, she's almost saintly, close to the Virgin Mary. Despite still struggling with her drinking problem to this day, she portrays herself as angelic and incapable of harm. This trauma shouldn't burden him. She also faces other undisclosed issues. I don't judge those with addictions, but her tendency to present herself as angelic while viewing everyone else, especially me, as flawed seems unjust. She has used disturbing names for me and belittled me through text messages despite barely knowing me. Could this behavior align with the traits of a covert narcissist?

The atmosphere was off when I met his family, and I sensed disharmonious energy. Still, I pretended everything was okay because I wanted to make things work with him despite his strange family dynamics. His father, D.S., didn't engage; was upstairs in the background, present but distant. I won't delve into why. I briefly spoke with his mother and adoptive sister before heading downstairs to the basement where R.S. stays.

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