I’ve reunited with my mother after 15 years. Everyone who says Brooklyn and the Beckhams should just make up have no idea of the agonisingly sad reality

I have spent the past 15 years longing for a reunion with my mother. Two months ago, I finally got what I’d been dreaming of – only not quite as expected.

I’ve been estranged from my parents since 2011, with virtually no contact – not even a birthday or Christmas card – for more than a decade.

Our rift was the result of a lifetime of volatile relationships and bitter disappointments. My father’s emotional and physical abuse and my mother’s constant siding with him – of which much more below – in the end ruined our relationship beyond repair.

But all of this

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