When I was 18, my mom pressured me to get a matching tattoo with her. We aren’t particularly close and have never been—the matching tattoos were more performative (look! my daughter and I love each other!) than they were meaningful. I’ve regretted it since. I’m 25 now. I hate looking at the tattoo because it reminds me of how my mom forced me to do something I didn’t want to do, which feels representative of our entire relationship. She’s never respected my feelings or boundaries, and has always been manipulative. Unfortunately, I also hate the tattoo itself and what it represents.