This is my mother
I'm the scapegoat and am nc with her now,but I clearly remember being about 8/9 and was sat on our sofa,my mother's friend was sat in the armchair,sobbing her eyes out as she'd just had a house fire
She was very lucky to get out alive and lost everything apart from the pyjamas and slippers she was wearing
She wasn't insured as she couldn't afford it-she had very little money and had taken a chance (she struggled to afford food,insurance was a luxury)
My mother just stared at her blankly,nothing on her face at all-no sympathy,no empathy,no understanding at all-just a blank face
As this woman looked up,my mother's face snapped into one of concern and sympathy but it was fake-I could see it clear as day
She was the leader in getting this poor woman back on her feet,but believe me,if nobody had been watching,she would have done fuck all-it was nothing to do with helping,it was all about the praise and glory she got
I heard her talking to my father (who is shit scared of her and goes along with her for a quiet life) saying that this lady was a fool for not having insurance and how she'd burnt her house down for 'fun' and to 'get another council house'
This lady thought my mother was her best friend and almost 40 years on,still feels she's in debt to her
This is one of many,many examples of my mother's mask-id people just dug a bit deeper,they'd hate her