Thoughts of an orphan

My mother always tried to manipulate me into being what she wanted me to be, to be her emissary in the world, to carry out all her thwarted ego and ambitions, be ause she felt thwarted by her own patriarchal family. She never got to do anything so she wanted me to do it for her. But I never wanted to be her tool. So I spent my 20s running away, from her and from every other woman who I though wanted to trap and use me for her own egotistical ends... Not realising there were women who wanted to cherish me.

I am loved and desired by the Goddess.