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My whole life is full of people who should have known me, but ndeed had no fucking clue who I am as a person.
My mother still holds the top position on that list, and is part of why we're estranged.
It baffles my mind every time I realized it's happnened again. . . someone who should know me well knows me less well than strangers do. It's worse when they insist they know me better than I know myself.