Complex thoughts

My rship with my mum is a very odd one. Tumultuous at best. If there is an epitome of love hate relationship this would be it. So she had been here for the past 2 weeks. The first 10 days was perfect and then we had a major argument. There is always a major argument that ends in tears, shouts and I hate yous. A day or two later it all dissipates and life goes on.

... And when she leaves I miss her. So much. *tears*

Fear

Sometimes when people comment of my resemblance to mum, I shudder with fear.  I don't mind so much the physical resemblance, but more of the behavior. I hope to never be like her - razor mouth without any care for anyone's feelings. It's such a sad life to live. If I'm conscience enough of this, I hope to never be like this.