abby comforting reader who has a bad relationship with their mom? i need her comfort n to tell me that i’m not my mom cause i’m having a whole ass breakdown n need abs to hold me
honestly darling me too.. i’m so so so sorry i took this long to get to your request, but it’s been sitting my drafts for a while (bc i’ve been a bit insecure abt posting it)
if there’s grammar errors squint bc i’m not rereading this
Here you are.. Sitting in your car for the past 20 minutes, trying to get your tears to stop. You don’t want Abby to see you cry, even if she already knows about the relationship you have with your mom.
But Abby’s never seen you cry over it before. Never. Not once.
You’ve always made absolute sure that your tears are either spilled in the shower or in bed after Abs has fallen asleep.
But the stresses from the past week have built up. Your work being especially exhausting, your mom getting in touch with you to basically just make you feel bad about yourself, and then today. You had an argument with your dad, that ended with him mumbling something about how ‘you’re just like your goddamn mother.’ And it hurt.
Your mother is terrible. She’s mean, manipulative, inconsiderate, hateful, disrespectful, vindictive, etc. She’s just a terrible person. And you’ve always told yourself you’ll never be like her.
The sounds of light rain hitting the windshield having you cursing under your breath. After wiping your tears and fixing yourself up in the rear view mirror, you gather your things and make your way inside your shared home.
After closing the door and kicking off your shoes, your hit with the smell of Abby’s cooking. And then the thought of someone loving you and taking care of you like Abby does, makes you think you don’t deserve it. What if you are like your mother? Abby doesn’t deserve that. The tears start to well in your eyes once again, so you lean your head back to keep the from falling. Placing your hands on your hips and sniffling to keep it together.
“Babe? You home?” Fuck. Abby’s sweet voice makes the tears finally fall. Your body knowing that all you want is her to wrap you in her arms and kiss the tears away.
Scrunching your face and taking a deep breath, you brace yourself as Abby walks around the corner a smile plastered on her face but soon wiped away. Concern furrows in her features as she slowly approaches you.
“What’s wrong?” Her words are soft, almost whispered, as she gently removes your hands from their place on your hips and pulls you into her broad chest. “Are you hurt?” The shake of your head puts Abby at some ease, knowing that you’re physically okay. She nods and runs her hands up and down your back slowly and soothingly.
After a few moments of silence, other than your sniffles and hiccups, she speaks up again. “Can you tell me what happened?” You peak up at her through your wet lashes, tears still spilling down your cheeks. Abby chuckles and coos a sweet, ‘awww babyyyy,’ while softly wiping your tears away.
Pouting you try to tell her what happened, hiccuping after almost every word. “My- *hiccup* mom gave- *hiccup* me- *hiccup*..” Having trouble understanding you Abby shushes you and rubs her thumbs over your cheeks.
“Hey hey.. deep breaths sweet girl.. There ya go, just like that.” Listening to her and taking a few deep staggered breaths, you lean into her touch. “Now start over and take your time.” Abby’s little smile warms your heart. Nodding you try and start again.
“My mom gave me a hard time this week. And work has sucked basically everyday, and- and.. and then my dad.” The mere mention of your dad has a lump forming in your throat again. Abby’s soft touches against your cheek has you swallowing it down and exhaling harshly. “And my dad and I got into a fight today.. and he said I was just like my mom.” Watching Abby’s face contort into confusion and slight agitation has your stomach dropping.
“He said what?” Her tone is not as sweet as it was moments before. But from the way your lip quivers and tears well up again, Abby quickly softens and shakes her head. Pulling you back into her chest before speaking again, “You, my sweet girl, are nothing like your mother. You hear me?”
Sniffling, you quietly mumble against her, “but what if I am-..” She cuts you off with the click of her tongue before you can finish. “But Abby-..”
“No.. You are so good. So kind and gentle. You’re caring, compassionate, and warm-hearted. Baby.. you are such a good person I don’t know what I would be like without you, but I know I wouldn’t be this good.” Squeezing you in her arms, she presses kisses to your forehead and whispers a soft ‘I love you.’
You push your face further into her chest and mumble, “I don’t deserve you.” You can feel her shake her head before she whispers to you,
“You deserve everything and more.”
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