I'm now 44.
I agree in part with 'if you want to know what your wife will be like in 20 years, look at her mother'.
I add a phrase: 'Unless she's making an effort to not resemble her mother'.
Oh, I look physically like a thinner version of my mother, with some of my father's family's features thrown in. I have his eyebrows, my paternal aunt's chin, etc.
But I made a conscious effort even as a teen to build much of my personality on my grandmother, and to discover who and what I am. Me, not my upbringing, not my culture, not my heritage. Oh yes, I am a product of all of the above, but they don't have to dictate what I do, say, think and feel.
I catch myself acting like my mother or father sometimes. I stop, lift a hand, say 'sorry, that's what Dad would have said'. Pause, think. Try to figure out what's ME. Sometimes I lower the hand and shrugs 'but it's okay. We can continue.'
Other times, it's '... and it was horrible. I apologise. Give me a moment, if you don't mind.'
My close friends and my chosen-family fully understand. More distant friends may or may not, but it doesn't bother me either way. I try not to do it in front of my genetic family - but I also try not to see them very often at all. Just enough for (what did I call them? Ah yes) Alice and Johnny.
I agree in part with 'if you want to know what your wife will be like in 20 years, look at her mother'.
I add a phrase: 'Unless she's making an effort to not resemble her mother'.
Oh, I look physically like a thinner version of my mother, with some of my father's family's features thrown in. I have his eyebrows, my paternal aunt's chin, etc.
But I made a conscious effort even as a teen to build much of my personality on my grandmother, and to discover who and what I am. Me, not my upbringing, not my culture, not my heritage. Oh yes, I am a product of all of the above, but they don't have to dictate what I do, say, think and feel.
I catch myself acting like my mother or father sometimes. I stop, lift a hand, say 'sorry, that's what Dad would have said'. Pause, think. Try to figure out what's ME. Sometimes I lower the hand and shrugs 'but it's okay. We can continue.'
Other times, it's '... and it was horrible. I apologise. Give me a moment, if you don't mind.'
My close friends and my chosen-family fully understand. More distant friends may or may not, but it doesn't bother me either way. I try not to do it in front of my genetic family - but I also try not to see them very often at all. Just enough for (what did I call them? Ah yes) Alice and Johnny.



Yay. Not.
But I am doing my best NOT to resemble either her OR my father in my personality. Both of them were willing to carry grudges until hell froze over. Who needs that??


Methinks her parents have been watching way too much cheesy TV ...what on earth made them think that would help??
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