"Be In My Place." Maternal "setup"

2024 Author: Harry Day | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 15:43

Be me, be instead of me.

Now, when it is necessary to clean up and wash everything. Be a grown woman, economic, strong. Take away, sweep, make dinner. Make sure everyone has clean clothes, that the younger ones have their homework ready, comfort, figure it out, dry their noses. Be a mother. Instead of me.

Wow, how beautiful you are! Let's dress you up … and style your hair like this …

Let all eyes be on you. Let everyone look at you and not at me. And I'll stay behind your back. Be beautiful, eye-catching for me. Let them look at you, evaluate you, not me. I'll hide behind you.

Go talk to your father. He will listen to you. Be a wife instead of me.

Wake up, wake up! If you are near, he will not dare to touch me. Protect me. I will cover myself with your little body as a shield. He will not dare to raise his hand when he sees you. Take the blow for me.

Go, he calls you. Be his lover instead of me.

Take upon yourself all my worries, my sorrows and worries. Become my best friend, confidante, comforter and support. Be my mother, instead of me for you.

Learn, try, develop, climb the career ladder! Become realized in the profession instead of me.

Be able to grab your piece of happiness, do not be stupid like me. Be smarter, smarter, use men. Become a cunning rich bitch, avenge them all for me.

I never wanted children and I didn't want you. Give up motherhood. Carry my cross in my place.

Don't you dare live your life. This is absurd. Because you are me. And I am you. You are just an extension of me, like an arm or a leg. It would be wild if my hand wanted to live its own life. Don't go crazy.

Don't betray me. Don't deny me. Stay me, my shield, my skin, my beauty, my voice, my long fluffy hair untouched by gray hair. You can't take it all away from me. Do not dare!

The highest point of merging of mother and daughter. I have collected pieces from the stories of different women. they do not belong to the same mother. but reflected as facets of the same figure in this relationship

To break away, to break loose in these relationships means to betray the mother. To deprive her of everything. Well, what is more - to deprive her of herself.

To break away from your daughter is to bury yourself or find yourself.

This is to harbor resentment and take revenge on the traitor ("What else - my hand wanted to live its own life ?!")

Or find yourself.

Yourself separate. Like a woman. With its sexuality. At your age. With their responsibility and obligations. With their choices. And my life. With their individual hobbies. With her couple, with her man. With its appearance. Unique, only its own.

With your body.

By my destiny and my adult responsibility.

I give you the right to live your life.

I take responsibility for my life.

I don’t deny you. You can be separate, but lean on me when you need to.

Mom, my body is mine. I was already born. I myself breathe, I walk myself, I speak myself, I make decisions myself. I live on my own, not connected to you by the umbilical cord. Look at me, mom, I have grown. I am like you. I have your hair color, your cheerfulness, your smile, I also love pasta, like you, and birdsong. But I'm not you, mom. I am your daughter. But I have a different name. I am separate from you. I want to know what you are, mom. That there are you, there are grandmothers, there are my aunts, but I can fly in my direction, go my own way, live my own life.

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