I tell everyone I hate my hometown & I wouldn't be caught dead going back there. The truth is I miss it at times. The real reason I don't want to go back is due to humiliation. It's an "everyone knows everyone" type of town. I grew up with an abusive mom who has lied about me my entire life to deflect what she was doing to me. The entire town thinks I'm a thief, a liar, spent my life beating my mom up, wrote in diaries about wanting to unalive her, alcoholic, drug addict, abuse my own child...and many other false allegations. I did tell everyone those things were false & she's the one who abused me, but I was just called unstable. If I were to go back, I have to face the humiliation of people thinking those things about me when I see them.