i’ve realised lately that i am probably a mini version of my mother, not neccesarily in a bad way.we currently work int eh same office and i know the poeple there hold a lot of respect for her for working hard and been a crazy partyer when she isnt working.
i know another side to her, the home side, where she nags and is grouchy; this is the part that i dont want to turn into.in fact its probably the only bit i can think of right now.