Dear Mother, I see some of your traits and I dislike them. You are so desperate for people to like you. You want their approval all the time. You will never do anything to rock the boat-never. You let people walk all over you and you do nothing. Am I just like you? I know you are so desperate to see me, to have me around. I am anxious just being around you. Your need and insecurity is so deep. I can see that little girl who so desperately wants to be loved. I see me in you.