“Mothers and daughters exist as retched mirrors of each other. I am all you could’ve been and you are all I might be”

A rant really, but one I find might help you.

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Choose yourself until you do. Follow your path until you do. Have bad days until they come. Be autistic until you are. Don’t pretend until you stop.

I’m here. Until it gets tough.

_Fuck that_.

_Fuck you_.

You’re a child at my convenience and adult when it suits me.

You’re still learning, still a baby really, unless you make a mistake.

You know what you want best but I’ll always know better. You can vent but never about me. Talk to me when you’re hurting, I’m here, but don’t expect any accountability. Don’t think you’re worth a real apology. My apolaogy.

But always expect you get theirs.

Always give me yours.

I didn’t ask you to do that. You chose too. Child or not. Responsibile for yourself or not.

Yes, I did say that but I meant something different, that doesn’t inconvenience me.

No, I never said that at all. Stop twisting my words.

That’s what you think. That’s what you think. That’s what you think. That’s what you think.

You’re responsible.

I’m the parent.

Let’s talk it out.

That’s what you think.

I’ll always listen. I’m sorry you feel that way but I’m not sorry that I did it.

I had nothing. Be grateful. I had nothing. I’ve been everything my mother wasn’t. I had nothing.

I think you should work on this. We’re walking on eggshells with you.

No, I won’t work on it. I’m tired of working on things. I’m not sorry.

It’s just you’re sense of justice, stop trying to push it onto us.

I was just like you when I was younger.

You haven’t got trauma.

I worked really hard on you the last few years.

Don’t talk to others about me. Don’t talk to me about others. I can’t do this. I think we’ll talk when I find it convenient.

I can speak to you like this, I’m being respectable. Don’t speak to me like that. But everything is equal here.

You’re so negative. Come on, make small talk.

Don’t be neurodivergent. But be yourself.

Be nice. Don’t feel like you have to keep up an act all the time.

I get it… but I’ll always know better.

You’re trying?

That’s what you think.

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“As a woman, I have so much empathy for my mother. As a daughter, I have so much anger.”