my story

I was talking with my mom yesterday and she was telling me all about her childhood and the things went wrong for her. she was bullied as a child by her mom and told she was fat, she didn't have many friends, she kept people at a distance. when she finally got away from the clutches of her mother she went wild and made bad decisions.

I was thinking in my head are you telling me my childhood...she was very protective and would constantly challenge me to be successful and things were never good enough. I was sexually abused as a child by a friend"s friend which added a whole level of paranoia and phobias to my life.

it took my mom till she was 60 to start making her own decisions and it took me till 30. I have a daughter of my own now are we just destined to repeat these same hurts generation after generation?