4/9/20

There’s a certain look in my mother’s eyes when she gets confronted with a problem. It’s almost like a deer getting caught in headlights; she doesn’t know whether to run and save herself, or get hit by the truck that’s headed towards her. Oftentimes, she chooses flight vs fight. It’s only when she’s pushed to the brink that she chooses to fight to stand her ground. Is that what I’m like? Am I going to continue to continue this familial line of female submission and just concede when the going gets rough? I see that with so many men in my life. I refuse to just insert myself. and I get ran over. like the deer. What to do??