A Single Mom's Sacrifice

Ok so my daughter argues with me, she has to have the last word in everything. One little thing said that makes her feel insecure and belittled she fights back. She's just like me, I had so much anger built up inside of me when I was her age, me and my father had rage battles for days at every angle and I was the start of them all. I can't even begin to tell you what I was doing and thinking at age 12, it was horrible. All i have to say is that I am damn lucky that my daughter is not in the same category. A little confession, I've made her the way she is, Hello! I've surrounded my life around her, my world revolves around her. That could be looked at as a bad thing and a good thing, for me it works out for me. Of course sometimes I let her dish it out, and at other times I'm at her like white on rice. That's me being the parent I am, hell I wasn't given a damn manual on how to raise a child. She has grown up with me in her ear constantly, I talk to her more than I talk to anyone else. This didn't just start, imagine 12 years of adult conversation, with a child? Imagine me asking her "what should I do?" and or telling her my future, my plans, my goals and asking her first before I make a move. We debate like a married couple, and I have jokingly stated before that she's "my husband, my wife" whatever. A sacrifice I've made, and I call it that because I don't see it so much as being a terrible situation. She's an honor roll student, she's a leader in her own world, she listens to me when I talk to her about peer pressure, sex, drugs and being a follower and stereotype in this society. I know she follows this guidance, because I listen to her conversations with her friends, she's who I wasn't strong enough to be when I was growing up. I didn't have the talks with ANYONE, my mom died when I was 10 and my sister being the oldest never talked to me about boys,drugs and sex, peer pressure etc...of course that wasn't her job and regardless I didn't have what my daughter has. She loves school, I hated school, I wanted a boyfriend at her age, she talks about her school projects and her interactions with her teachers. I was the total opposite. I can't go back and change how I decided to parent my child, it is what it is. The clay  has been molded, there's no turning back now. My sacrifice my worries. I know our bond, it may not be what you deem to be good parenting skills, or what you would allow from "your child' if you had one, but she's my child, not yours. Embarrassing? no I don't think so, I wasn't but I guess you believe that I should be, but I'm not and that's exactly my point. You see because that's not embarrassing to me, what would be embarrassing to me is if my child couldn't come talk to me, but relied on her friends instead. What would be embarrassing to me would be my child running off with her friends and following behind them, doing as they did and following them down the wrong paths. Bottom line, I can't fault her for my actions as a parent. I am the controller it begins and ends with me