i grew up in a house where it was quite normal to walk on eggshells.
small things would turn into giant issues depending on the mood of my mother.
not to say that she wasn't a close friend to me growing up, i love her deeply.
but i've been conditioned into being mature for my age just fast enough to where i could take on any burdens she couldn't handle.
however, this was not a behavior i observed my two brothers doing and the action itself felt unfair. as if i was being forced into a lair of shoes that didn't fit.
helping raise my little brother since he was born, as much as she will deny it, and then being told not to act like his mother.
cleaning up after everyone in the house and then told not to complain because "i cleaned up after you all of your life"
told that i'm disrespectful, but never being respected either.
and constantly reminded by her that "my mother was much worse" but unfortunately falling into the same patterns that she grew up hating.
am i destined to the same fate? to want to be different from my mother but eventually become just like her?
that would be a terrible kismet.
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