My mother's son?

I suppose that sometimes I have been so worried about not being my adoptive father's son that I have not been on guard against a different type of existential threat. I tell people that her worst fault was her taste in men, but I think that was just a symptom of her root issue: that woman was unmatched at hiding her self.

To be clear, though, rather than alarmist: I am not talking about a threat to actual physical existence here.