My mother

 Things that prove I’m not my mother:

• I don’t try to control my kids’ every move. 
• I would survive just fine if my husband left. 
• I’m not forcing having more kids when what I already have is overwhelming. 
• I am willing to be on antidepressants. 
• I work a full time job and pay my own bills
• When I want to lay in bed for days on end, I only do it for a couple days max and only when I can. 
• I can admit fault and apologize. 
• I don’t blame other people for my feelings. 
• My education. 
• I can make myself go out. 
• I go to the doctor. 
• I’m not scared to drive. 
• I don’t just rely on God to fix things I can fix. 

Things that make me like her:

• Codependent tendencies.
• Struggling to leave the house sometimes. 
• Being overweight/eating disorders. 
• A piece of exercise equipment collecting dust.
• Yelling when I’m pushed too far.
• Depression. 
• Letting people abuse me. 
• Being anxious. 

I’d say these are all things I’m working on, though, and she never did… I hate my fucking life.