There’s a moment in every woman’s life where she realises that she’s turning into her mother.
Mine happened when I became a mum. I’m sure the baton was passed to me during childbirth while I was pumped up to the clouds on opiates. It may explain why I swore to the midwife when she refused me an epidural for the umpteenth time because it was “too late”.
Of course, it was bound to happen.
There were bound to be some similarities pop up, but they should be changeable if your will is strong enough.
It’s a misconception that we’re developing into our own people, making our own decisions as we grow into adults. Even getting married and having our own kids. We live our own independent lives and think that our parents influence was severed after they finished moulding us into independent…