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16th, May 2025

Entry Title: The Impersonator

Filed under: Maternal Masquerade


Dearest Diary,

There are performances so nuanced, so deeply rooted in delusion, that the Academy ought to consider opening a family law division.


Today’s nomination? A mother who didn’t merely attempt to control the narrative—she became it.


Quite literally.


The father, a man already tiptoeing the emotional edges of fatherhood, arrived in court with a folder of text messages. Dozens of sweet exchanges from his daughter, each one more heartbreakingly articulate than the last.


"Love you, Daddy. I miss you.""When can I see you again?""You’re my hero."


Tears glossed his eyes as he read them aloud.


And then…The revelation.


Those messages were not sent by his daughter.


They were sent ....by her mother.Pretending to be her.


Yes, Diary.


She assumed the digital identity of her child, responding to the father’s messages as if she were the thirteen-year-old herself.


Full conversations. Emotional confessions. Even emojis. The gall was not only operatic—it was calculated.


When questioned on the stand, she folded her hands as if delivering the Eucharist and said, “I didn’t want to hurt him. I only said what she would’ve said, had she felt safe to say it.”


My pen slipped.


I had prepared for contempt—of court, of common sense—but not this level of maternal method acting. It wasn’t just deception. It was possession.


And herein lies the tragedy: her daughter, a real child with a real voice, was rendered invisible.


Spoken for.

Written over.

Replaced by a mother’s projection of what love and loyalty should look like.


There are times in law, Diary, when you don’t need cross-examination. The truth arrives dressed in its own horror.


This was such a time.


Poised. Pierced. Permanently Changed.




Disclaimer: The events in this diary have been fictionalized for dramatic effect and reader enjoyment. Any resemblance to real people or cases is purely coincidental, albeit disturbingly plausible.



Tag a friend who’s ever had to parent through madness.



 
 
 

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