Actually, my mother hated me for being smarter than she was. I was a daddy’s girl.
She was, though, absolutely beautiful. Loved to tell me I wasn’t. Big sigh.
You are absolutely beautiful.
My Mom and I had a rocky relationship. I was really close to my Dad and I was very independent. She couldn’t control me and I never sought her advice. We were oil and water. I always chalked it up to her having a bad childhood.
Oddly enough I was the sibling who ended up taking care of her in her old age until she passed 2 years ago.