“The beautiful thing about life is that you always change, grow, and get better. You aren’t defined by your past. You aren’t your mistakes.” ~Unknown
As an anxious fourteen-year old, I remember screaming at my parents to stop me from being like them. I wanted to be like them. It was a sincere desire.
My father was an avid workaholic and was rarely at home. When he was at home, he was emotionally unavailable, arguing with my mother, or he’d escape the stress of our house by going to the betting shop to gamble.
My mother was prone to erratic mood swings and did not allow me age-appropriate boundaries. She would also talk to me about the lack intimacy between my father and her. Unfortunately, these were not role models that I was inspired by.
As I reached my twenties, and began to experience adult life, I was adamant that my life would be a different one. I decided not to become like my parents. I lived a proud life for many years believing that I was not their daughter.
Then, one day, I opened my mouth and heard my mother’s voice come out. I can’t even remember what I said, but I recall the feeling of utter despair. Despite all the thoughts and wishes I made over the years, I was my parents …..
