I would hate to be anything like my mother. She was the most selfish, nasty person in the world. She slept with anyone, neglected my dad, brother and me, was always up to her eyeballs in debt to pay for things to wear for herself, lied and stole anything of value from me after I was married, including my engagement and eternity rings. She even brought a boyfriend of hers to my wedding, and paid more attention to him than my poor dad. I was left to cook, clean and do the washing and ironing when I was 9, this was when flat irons and cold water were the order of the day, but I just had to put up with it. I was more mother than sister to my little brother. None of her family were like her. They were all good mothers and fathers. We didn't ever have sheets and pillowcases for the beds. And right up to the day she died she would always open any mail she got her hands on, regardless of who it belonged to.
Thank the Lord I'm not like her at all.