What if, at the age of 52, new memories surfaced? I mean I've been dealing with the father, the cousin, but these new memories are of my mother. What if everything I've ever denied is true. Reminds me of that scene in Aliens where Newt is asking Ripley why people tell little kids there are no monsters, when there really are. My parents were monsters. My mother was a monster, and I just want to crawl in a hole and die.