I have to say something.

My mother is fake. Her name is Cynthia Jimenez. “Mujer de Valor” on social media. She is on social media posting about what a great person she is and calling herself a “woman of valor”. What she fails to mention is that she herself is an abuser.

My mother and father had a toxic relationship. Fine. What I don’t understand is why she is still dragging his name through the mud years later. Why is she still involving herself with his PRESENT drama. it doesn’t involve you, let it go. She’s also been sending people to my social media but unfortunately for her, their profile views on TikTok are on and I can see who she is sending.

You see, she has made a name for herself by victimizing herself. She talks about my siblings with high praise and talks about her other grandchildren. She doesn’t talk about my children, she doesn’t talk about me, she doesn’t talk about the hurt she would cause me. She fails to mention that we have been no contact since February yet again. She doesn’t mention that I let her know that she hurt my feelings by degrading me and she chose to leave me on read and not reply. However, she did make a post on her social media that day that she wanted prayers because she was having a rough day. She only noticed that I was limiting my contact when I unfollowed her on social media. That’s all I was, a subscriber or a follower to her.

She doesn’t mention the years of physical and mental abuse. The black eye she sent me to school with and told me to blame my brother on. She doesn’t mention how she denied mental health care for myself which I now realize it was because of fear. She was afraid of me exposing the truth of her abuse. She would not only abuse me but she would abuse a girl that she had in her state licensed daycare. I was a child back then and did not know any better I just stayed quiet. She doesn’t mention how she would shove food down my throat instead of getting me help for my eating disorder. Chili pepper in my eyes and my mouth, being kicked with shoes on, having to strip down to just my underwear so that she could physically inspect me for self harming instead of getting me help. She only found out about the self harm because a teacher noticed after four years. She doesn’t talk about how she favors my siblings and how she won’t admit that I am an accident. She sure always made me feel like one though. She doesn’t talk about how she stopped feeding me for months and I had to scavenge for food late at night because she would refuse to make food for me when she found out that I had a girlfriend in high school. She doesn’t talk about how she would tell me that she was going to send me to an orphanage at least on a weekly basis.

She blames me for my rape. She didn’t visit me when I was in the hospital for my first suicide attempt. She refused to open her doors to me when I became homeless with my nine month old. she knew I was homeless when I was in California and offered to take my children but only if I gave her my rights. What about me? She helped my sister move across the country and let her stay with her so that she could get on her feet, but me? She loves to watch me suffer. The repercussions of my own actions she would say.

She doesn’t tell people about how she belittled me and blamed me for my daughters trauma response to her sexual assault. She belittles my daughter for being autistic and the behaviors that come along with it. She doesn’t tell others about how she blamed me when my ex-husband physically assaulted me and told me that if I had stayed quiet, he wouldn’t have put hands on me. She told me last year that she wanted to take me out of her will, go ahead. Why would you tell me that? To hurt me? I don’t care.

There’s so much more. This is just the beginning. She is speaking at a national conference next weekend to talk about how to be a better woman and how to leave an abusive relationship and how to recognize signs of abuse when she doesn’t even recognize them in herself. Better yet, I’m sure she does know and she just is ignorant about it.

The truth will get out there. It’s only a matter of time.