Ways you've become like your mother

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Maybe I'm just like my father, too bold.

Maybe I’m just like my mother. She's never satisfied.

Although I'm adopted, I've unfortunately followed my biological mother's journey through drugs (alcohol to coke to pot).

The weird thing is, cocaine became my drug of choice in my 20s, long before I knew she'd had her own long-standing problem with it.

I truly think these things are genetic.

None, I hope. My mother was a fundamentally unhappy woman with a cruel streak who couldn't even wish well for her own children. And with old age she dropped the smiling facade and turned mean-spirited into a full-time job.

Sometimes we have to learn from bad examples.

My mother was a very frugal. I have learned from that. I have also become more quiet in my daily life. My mother was like that. But I am way smarter and kinder than my mother for the right reasons. I don't carry the Catholic church on my back. Also my mother was not very opened minded, and did a great many things out of duty than real love. I try to only do things out of real love. And my mother did things for people who were not worth salt. I never give to worthless people. Only people I believe deserve it and are decent human beings. But my mother hated children and so do I.

R4 you and I must be siblings.

Sleeping with every man that looked at me.

I have some of my mom's best qualities (essential core of kindness, a willingness to help, an interest in other people's lives) as well as a few of her not-so-wonderful ones (her fear of change and defeated, sometimes sad nature).

I'm always teetering on the edge of cunty shut-in.

I’ve got a mean streak a mile wide.

Thanks for the Factor V Leiden, Mom.

After a near death episode involving a pulmonary embolism, I’m on blood thinners for life. Turns out, Dad doesn’t have the mutation; Mom does. And she never told us that she’d been hospitalized due to clots.