We women are bundles of emotions, but of course, we are not all the same. There are women who are firm, strict, and even harsh. My mother was one of those women. She believed that her harsh upbringing was the only way to make me a better person. The truth is, I did become a better person outwardly, but her harshness left me constantly needing affection. I feel unworthy of love except under certain conditions, the most important of which is that I must always be superior, always obedient, and always give my all to please others. Because of that harshness, I became more averse to harsh people and more drawn to those who treat me with tenderness.
We women are bundles of emotions, but of course, we are not all the same. There are women who are firm, strict, and even harsh. My mother was one of those women. She believed that her harsh upbringing was the only way to make me a better person. The truth is, I did become a better person outwardly, but her harshness left me constantly needing affection. I feel unworthy of love except under certain conditions, the most important of which is that I must always be superior, always obedient, and always give my all to please others. Because of that harshness, I became more averse to harsh people and more drawn to those who treat me with tenderness.
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