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“Even now, it’s hard to use the word ‘jealous’ about my mother. The idea that a mother would be, could be, jealous of her own kid paints a picture of a monster. Better cruel or uncaring than jealous, I’d say. It’s just so damning.”

Those are the words of a woman now in her fifties and a mother herself but they don’t surprise me. Talking about maternal jealousy is perhaps the ultimate taboo, inimical to all we hold dear about motherhood and want to believe about mother love, especially that of a mother for her daughter.

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