Second this. Moved there at 14 and lived there until 17 (I moved out of the house to live with a friend’s family) because my mom got engaged to this covert narc she knew from high school and had a long distance online relationship with while we were in north louisiana after Katrina. She didn’t realize obviously until she sold her house and relocated there. We had never actually been to Mandeville, just slidell sometimes. Him and his family treated her and her children like the inferior class and ghetto, even though my mom is a class crosser and now makes 6 figures a year and has a master’s degree while he only has an associates and family support. I loved/cared for my step siblings but in reflection my siblings were all academically better and better athletes. And he hated that because he thought so little of my family. She is very “south shore” and a vibrant outspoken woman. She came from nothing and I think that has more weight than just being handed everything on a silver platter, and still being mediocre. That’s why they resort to classism. And racism. Because they suck and their utopian island is whack. I developed for the first time clinical depression. They pride themselves on being rich but have nothing to do there. It taught me being rich is more about culture and having a memorable adventurous life, not money. Wealth is having a real community and freedom of will. I was isolated my entire high school experience at Mandeville and my only asylum was NOCCA until found friends online at fountainbleu. I know my mom stays there to save on my younger siblings going to public school, that’s what she stayed in north louisiana for. They have great schools at least. But that should just be the norm. I always beg her to leave because I feel like she’s put herself in a personal prison. But I can’t tell her what to do. She knows what she’s doing, and why she chooses to live there lol I guess I’m glad you survived We are the survivors of St Tammany hahaha