But I beat myself up at least once a day for not being that mom. That person that I don’t know. That person that, if I met in real life, I’d probably just want to run over with my car.
So it makes no sense that I compare myself to this mythical person that doesn’t exist and I wouldn’t like even if she did exist. But I do. All.the.time.
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