So, I have no contact with my family. Over the years, they stabbed me 4 times, threw me down a flight of stairs at 3 yrs old, and otherwise abused me in such horrific ways that I have a burn scar on my pecker and cant have kids. I later got into Princeton, and Mom lied to them, costing me a scholarship to grad school and a 13 year battle to get them to give me my degree.
Just some tip of the iceberg context. Anyway, yesterday, I decided to check Dad's Facebook page, and after scrolling a bit, I only saw him in photos alone for the last several years. The most recent image of her I could find on facebook was from way back in 2014. It Then it hit me. Mom died, likely several years ago, and all of my hundreds of relatives and family friends apparently agreed to hide it from me.
She hated me the most, so it was likely her idea, but it's still pretty fckd up, since in 2002 I saved her life. It did cause me to reflect and realize that I live a pretty socially and emotionally isolated life... but at least I have my cat and my motorcycle.
Tldr : Mom died, and the whole family agreed to keep it a secret.