After my mother and stepfather died recently, a plethora of Trump memorabilia was found at their home, including a photo of them with a cardboard cutout of the US President.
That my mother was such a vociferous supporter of a man who was found liable for sexual abuse in a civil case, was unwittingly friends with a paedophile, and treated her own daughter with contempt was not really a surprise. But as a mother, I cannot understand it at all.
It underlined how happy my mother has always been to ignore the truth.
I was not at her funeral. I had no contact with her after she sold made-up stories about me to tabloids in 2018 following my revelations that I had slept with Donald Trump in 2006.
She tried to sell baby photos (that weren’t even of me) to the producers of a documentary. She even said she wished I had played my cards better so the President might have been her son-in-law.
