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[valtsv]

saying "are you haunted? are you fucking possessed?" is my favorite way to express my taking issue with someone else's behavior. like brother you are acting so strange and unlike yourself that the only explanation is you are being tormented by a spirit of some kind.

[mytherapi]

I don't know how to stop my younger self from crying when all I want is a hug from my mom but mom is my trauma...

[borderlinemanicanddepressed]

breaking up with my mom

my mom is toxic, she is manipulative, and has bullied me my whole life, but i can’t not love her and cutting her out of my life has been so painful. 

i hate her so much, but when she is sweet to me all i want to do is hug her, to cry with her, to tell her about my life, and my boy troubles, my friend troubles. 

she’s my mom, i can’t not love her, but every time i let her into my life she always ends up hurting me. 

unfortunately, i need her out of my life more than i need a mom.

[dae-monia]

My mom’s the✨ main character ✨

[aztoried-poet-deactivated202504]

Mommy

The first person to love me The first person to know The first person to see me smile The first person to hold me The first person to cherish me The first person to make me seen

The first person to hurt me The second person to undermine me The third person to gaslight me The fourth person to make things worse The sixth person I stopped trusting The first person I loved

[i-kill-ghosts]

you're so mature for your age

thank you it's the

Emotional and physical abuse I had to go through as a child and still do.

Trauma gifted by my parents instead of actual gifts on my birthday.

Being the mature one among people who are twice my age.

[zenmothers-blog]

Mothers can be toxic, you Can walk away, you DON’T have to forgive them. They hurt you, and they will continue to hurt you.

[ashtonisrottting]

i hate that mother doesn't know a single thing about me. the only things she remembers are conveniently distorted to fit her narrative so i can be the villain to her hopeless victim

[omglaurashutup]

we should just gather our moms, put them in a farm or something, and see if they can handle each other's bullshits, while we monitor everything with psychologists and psychiatrists

[tidui]

a toast to everyone whose most toxic person in their life is their mom

[sl4sherhoney]

a mentally ill mom will treat you any type of way and then say you should understand how she feels

but if YOU show signs of your mental illness, all understanding goes out the window

[dysphoresque]

Why is it the daughter's responsibility to be the mother of their mothers and not the other way around? It's like they birthed someone to hold their rage, as if it was the only thing a daughter is ever good for.

[omglaurashutup]

everyone reading "i'm glad my mom died" like we're all one big book club with mommy issues, so cute

[ameetwaa]

For My Mother, I love you but i do not like you.

For my mother, I love you but i do not like you. You created me, you made me into what i am. I am simply a mirror of you which is exactly the thing tried so hard not to be. I tried to erase every part of you from myself and yet I have still become you. My anger is yours, I hate my father for what he did to you. I hate myself for the words that spill to you when I am blinded by rage. My tears are yours, they belong to you. The tears I cry for what you’ve done are the same tears I use to mourn you, to mourn what you were and what you could’ve been. I mourn for your childhood that was ripped away when you were most definitely too young, all the while mourning myself for you doing the same to me. You tried your hardest not to, but in your own way you have imparted the very same curse your mother had put onto you. You ruined me and made me in the same brush stroke. I cry for the hatred you have instilled in me towards my own father. It was easy for you to make me hate him, because it was easy to see the wounds and scars he had given me. His hate for me came quick and rough, easily seen at the time, but the hate you showed me could not be seen in an instant. You did not cut me but poisoned me, fated me to die in a slow way, a way that i could not see until it was too late to fix, but i see it now. I both hate you and love you for all you’ve done at the same time. I cannot fix what has happened to you no matter how hard i try, i wish for you to heal from what you refuse to speak about. I realise the reason i am so forgiving towards you is because of all that you’ve been through, but now the scales have fallen from my eyes and i know now that these are not excuses but explanations. I pray that my daughter will not fall victim to the same curse that has run through the woman in our family for too many generations to count. I pray I will not turn her into what I have become. I mourn for you, I mourn for me, and I mourn for my future. I hope to one day truly forgive you for all the pain you’ve caused. I hope to one day be able to truly hold a conversation with you without being afraid you’ll say something you can’t take back. I hope one day we can say “I love you” to each other and truly mean it, but for now, I love you but I do not like you.

[pain-is-my-game]

The duality of a mother amazes me. It's either she constantly brags about you to friends and family or she's tearing you down and talking about how you're such a terrible child.

[love-personal]

[resqectable]

“The prettier the garden, the dirtier the hands of the gardener.”

— B. E. Barnes, Put in work.