Clarification

I do not hate my mother. Sometimes she just drives me crazy.

The short explanation for why I don't get along with her is because she has expectations that I, as her daughter, will be just like her. Somehow having half her DNA and two X chromosomes is reason enough for her to expect me to be her clone.

Today, for example, she went ahead and told one of her acquaintances that I'd babysit her twelve-year-old daughter. I've never met this girl, I've never babysat in my life, twelve-year-olds are too old for babysitting, and who gave her permission to speak for me? To make matters worse, this isn't a one-time-only thing she's signed me up for. It's a summer job. She wants me to do this all summer.

The worst part is that I can't say no to it. She never takes no for an answer, to begin with, but even if she did, I don't have anything else planned this summer. Under normal circumstances I might even be grateful for something to do, but given my relationship with her and that she signed me up for a job I probably won't enjoy without my consent, I'm less than thrilled.