TRIGGER WARNING! This will be a difficult read for some people. Before I get to the main body of this post, I need to give some backstory. You’ll understand why in a few minutes. I was country, but not a backward hick. When my mother first left home and got out in the world, she realized she was a backward country hick. She was determined her children wouldn’t suffer this fate. So we traveled! We had little money, but we’d take our food, sleep in the car, visit tourist spots, and attend all kinds of events; anything with free or cheap admission. And we visited extended relatives who were scattered…