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lovely-abeille · 1 year

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on being the daughter of the family

if my body could speak, blythe baird // i put the coffin out to sea, lisa marie basile // @/belovedbi // ? // been a son, nirvana // elektra, sophokles; translated by anne carson // ? // churching, kristin chang

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ikarust · 5 months

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i would die just to know if my mother will cry at my deathbed or spit on it. i would die just to know if my mother loves me at all. (mine)

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the-smashor · 10 months

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So, there’s a pattern I’ve noticed involving horrible mothers with multiple children

#kill la kill #the owl house #pokemon #lusamine #amity blight #bad mothers #gay

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aphrodites-serenade · 4 months

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A picture of my mother

I asked my grandmother how my mother looked when she was young

“She looked just like you,” she said as if she didn't think too hard about the question

But I refused to believe that such an angry and tired woman once looked like me

After rummaging in her room, she handed me a picture frame

It weighed in my hands, and the dust fell upon my jeans

I wished I could've reacted the way any girl my age would've

“Oh she looks pretty.”

“Oh she's so thin."

“Oh she did look like me!”

I couldn't bear to look at her any longer.

She was young, naturally, without those deep lines that run across her forehead and cheeks

She didn't carry a scowl as she usually does.

She made it seem as if she was smiling for you and only you

And she looked she free, with no worry weighing in her mind

My grandmother handed me another picture, and another, and another

I understood then, my mother should've never had children

I can't be sure she was ever happy with me around

I try so hard to have a civil conversation with her and yet we end up cursing each other

I take after my father, who can't choke out the words, “I love you”

The pictures shake in my hands “Grandma… Why did my mother marry?"

She smiled, sadly, without saying anything at all.

I knew better

"Daughters tend to make the same mistakes as their mothers..”

I long for that care free girl in the picture

I'd give up my own life to let my mother turn back from this path

She was so happy.. so so happy

I know I took this away from her and I know I can never give it back

She enters the room quietly, wearing that same damn scowl

I wish I could be anywhere but here with her

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zombiee-reviews · 2 months

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So yall may or may not have guessed it, but my next victim is going to be ✨RONJA ✨

I am also going to write down, that this one may take a while for me to refine and upload, considering Ronja is in the majority of Home. Not only this, but I just got engaged and have lots of outside things to tend too!

So sit back, relax and enjoy the shit show!

The face Ronja will make when Kique finally finishes Home and forgets about her.

#kique nordin #kique7 #asmundr #bad dog comics #asmundrcomic #asmundrhome #comic review #comic #homeasmundr #homecomic #Ronja #bad mothers #shitty people #shitty writing

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samsdei · 1 year

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Blake Draper

#blake draper #prom pact #graham lansing #bad mothers #bulldogs

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inter-gal-actic · 1 year

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Mother’s day 🌹

#sharp objects #amy adams #eliza scanlen #patricia clarkson #amma crellin #adora crellin #camille preaker #bad mothers #mother #gillian flynn

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greychaos0 · 2 months

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okay so, i wanted to tell yall something

big big trigger warning

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so when i was 5 I was at a sleep over at this older girls house, she was 13-14 years old. her grandmother told us it was time for bed, and since they didn't have a spare bed I slept on the floor with blankets. she told me to stay awake until her grandma went to bed and we were going to play a game, I was 5 i didn't know what she meant but she was my friend and i liked games. so we talked quietly until we heard her grandmother go to her room, the girl (i do not remember her name) told me to get in bed with her, and take off my clothes. i didn't know why but i listened to her... so uh she started touching me, she told me to put a barbie in me, i did...uhm the grandma came to check on us and caught her taking the barbie's legs out of me, i was blamed cause her "innocent" granddaughter wouldn't ever know what was happening..

she told my mother, who also blamed me for it.

and now whenever something like that comes up with my mom, she tells the story of "when me and another girl were exploring" like it was a funny childhood story.

so that's how my childhood was messed, at least when i was younger

when i was older was the ab-se

like when i was 8 i almost died from getting attacked by a dog, i was in the ICU for 3 weeks, the fucking day i come home my grandfather came at me with his belt, i still had open wounds for fuck sake.

my mom just watched as he hit me with the belt on my open wounds, but oh noooo we couldn't figure out why i have a new wound that opened up.

or whenever i "back talked" my mom she would hit me with a sptula or wooden spoon or metal hanger, or if she was really angery not let me eat or cook me something she knew i couldn't eat.

or the times the i tried to kms and she thought i was doing it for attention and posted about it on her FB, and threaten to tell my online friends (the only friends i had at the time because she wouldn't let me make any friends) about it. or saying that she wouldn't call 911 if it happened and she would just film it "I'll get a lot of internet clout"

or the time when i was 12 when she didn't belive me that the sunday school teacher was touching me grossly, how he would keep touching my legs and pulling at my dress/skirt. how he tried to get me to follow him to his car.

or when i was 14 when i was sent to a mental hospital because i tried to run away, but oh no its the kids fault for running away, she is just being dramatic is all.

or how we moved to the middle of no where, i was homeschooled and wasn't allowed to go to town, i was locked up in the middle of nowhere for years

from 13 to 15, and they fucking wondered why i ran away 3 fucking times.

i know this is a lot, but i had to get it off my chest one way -Grey

#my childhood #bad childhood #not a story #it was my life #bad mothers

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pics-and-fanfics · 1 year

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Take it or Leave? (part 1)

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader (established relationship, sorry he’s not really in this one)

Warnings: toxic/abusive mom/parent person?, mentions of Reader having to take care of her younger sister bc their mom is a piece of shit. Also, my beloved friend, Angst >:) Mentions of past rape and attempted rape.

Summary: You finally let everything out, getting out the anger that’s been boiling for years.

A/N: This has been rolling around in my brain for like a week or two, and I finally decided to write it. Plz don’t get mad at me, bc this may or may not be my way of dreaming how to leave when I get the chance.

PLEASE, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MENTIONS OF RAPE OR ATTEMPTED SEXUAL ASSULT!

Other works on my Masterlist. :/

You toss your bag on your chair, collapsing onto your bed. You only had a few more months, just had to put up with this for a few more months. “Y/N! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!” You swallow, groaning. Not even half a minute, and the shouting has already started.

“I was at work, like I told you I’d be before I left for school this morning, just like I told you last night, just like I tell you every day.” you say, wincing when you hear the door bang open. “I needed you to be home! I had to stay home because of you, instead of going out with my boyfriend!”

You suck your teeth, mentally cursing. How old was your mother? Oh right, she was 38, and you were 17, turning 18 in a few months. 3 months, 1 week, and 4 days to be exact.

“I HAD TO STAY HOME TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR SISTER! I TOLD YOU I HAD A DATE TONIGHT AND YOU HAD TO STAY HOME!”

You wait for her to finish screaming at you, fiddling with your necklace your boyfriend had given you. “LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!” You slowly look up, careful to keep emotion off of your face. “DON’T YOU DARE LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!”

“Oh my god, what do you want from me? ‘Look at me! Don’t look at me like that! Are you going to say anything? Don’t talk to me like that!’ WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!”

Smack! Your head whips to the side, and you feel your heart skip a beat, a pit forming in your stomach as the sting finally registers. You reach your hand up, then pull it away, seeing blood. Tears started to gather in your eyes, and you stubbornly willed them away.

“You are under my roof, you follow my rules, you eat my food. I put clothes on your back, a roof under your head, and this is how you treat me?” your mother practically growls, and you can feel her glaring at you.

A laugh escapes from your chest, and you throw your head back. “You? You? You put clothes on my back? You feed me? Since when? I want- I want- No I need to know, because, if my calculations are correct, I’ve been taking care of me and Amara since I was 12! I feed her! I buy her clothes! I make sure she has money to eat lunch at school! I make sure she’s done her homework, I’m the one who asks how her day’s been!

“You don’t do shit for me, or her! You haven’t! For years! 5! Years! I’m the one she went to when she got her first period, first boyfriend, first breakup, first anything major! Not you! Never was.” The words tasted sweet, yet bitter, sour from years of not saying them, sweet from finally letting go.

“How. Dare you! YOU LIVE UNDER MY ROOF, YOU RESPECT ME! YOU-”

“SHUT UP!” you scream, getting up from your place on the bed, finally realizing how much taller you were than your mom. “Respect? You want to talk about respect? Then go talk to your boyfriend, who’s tried to fucking rape me! Or maybe your brother! WHO ACTUALLY DID! AND YOU STILL LET HIM AROUND!” You could feel heat radiating around you, but you didn’t really care at the moment, you were finally saying something.

You heard your sister’s footsteps running up the stairs, and you raced to the door, but were beaten by your mother, who slammed the door into your face, making you screech.

“Y/n?” Click! You bang on the door, screaming. “AMARA! GET OUT! GET OUT OF HERE!” you beg, pulling frantically on the door knob.

“Amara honey, don’t take another step. Your sister’s grounded, just ignore her. I’ll take care of you while Y/n learns her lesson, alright?”

“DON’T LISTEN TO HER!” You grab a lamp off your desk, beating on the door.

“I promise, I’ll be better, sweetie. I’m sorry.” your mom’s voice said, and you screamed. “NO! SHE’S LYING! AMARA!”

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Loki played with the necklace he’d gotten to match yours, feeling guilty he hadn’t told you he’d put a tracing spell on it. It’d only activate when you were in trouble, or played with the necklace. He was feeling uncomfortable, his necklace had been getting hotter and hotter-

Loki sat up from his seat, realization hitting him like a truck. “What’s wrong?” Thor asked, and Loki waved him off, even though he was getting up. “It’s none of your business.”

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Welcome tooooooo… MORE CLIFFHANGERS AND DRAMA! What you gon’ do ‘bout it? I don’t know if I want to write a part 2, so let me know in the comments!

Thank you so so much for reading, and I hope you have a wonderful day or night, wherever you are when you read this. If you want to be tagged in any future posts, let me know!

@vbecker10 @silverfire475 @huntress-artemiss @vickie5446 @sheris532 @lokixryss @lokidokieokie @stupidthoughtsinwriting @crimson25 @peaches1958

#loki #loki x you #loki x reader #drama #trauma #bad mothers #abusive relationship #toxic parents #abusive parent #overall not good #loki fan fic #loki angst #marvel fanfic #marvel angst

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lixie-ho · 8 months

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She’s not sorry

The words she yelled,

That made my heart swell

With pain and pain.

She said for no gain,

Sometimes I worry

Why is she never sorry

Sometimes I wish my mother

Was another.

Sometimes I wish, in my head

That in my place, was another

For my mother,

Would maybe be better to another.

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sometimes-men-need-help-too · 1 year

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It feels harder to talk about bad mothers

Speaking out against bad mothers, even if they're abusive, feels taboo to a certain degree. Someone who has never experienced it might feel inclined to defend her as if she's simply misunderstood

To someone that has never been through it, we probably seem ungrateful

It's not easy to share, especially if you're an abuse victim. It's much more difficult to share when you feel like you have to defend how you feel because in doing it is taken as some sort of attack on her

That's your mother. She gave birth to you and you wouldn’t be here without her. How could you talk about your mother that way? She’s doing her best. She loves you--you're her child and a mother loves her child.

Then comes the dismissal. The rationalizing. Because they're sure she didn't mean like that.

And it's frustrating! Even in a society that's seemingly encouraging this sort of thing--speaking out--it still feels like you should have never said anything at all

#abuse #family abuse #bad mothers #obviously i have nothing against good mothers #but this needs to be said

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lovely-abeille · 1 year

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on love-hate relationships with mothers

ladybird & marion, ladybird // @/honeytuesday // mother wound healing, bethany webster // a little sheep, frank s. eastman // enough, suzanne buffam // fiona & monica gallagher, shameless // rue & leslie bennett, euphoria // extreme girlhood, warsan shire // azula & ursa, atla

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ikarust · 6 days

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i talk about tearing flesh from an arm with my teeth and you stare at me in horror like you haven't tasted blood before. i talk about being crushed like a small animal on a fast lane and you ask me how it's humanly possible of me to cling to the stone of the sidewalk the way i do. my mother could skin her hands at the sink and it would still not rid her from the truth that is that she has fed me her body and that she is convict to the manslaughter of her child.

quick question: how does one write about their mother without mentioning their mother? mine is a fortune teller. she tells me in the dead of the night while i am on the kitchen floor with the boning knife in one hand and and a towel in the other that i will never be loved right. that i will never find real love. that i will always suffer if i look for it.

mother knows best.

she tells me she destroyed herself for me and that i am selfish and cruel for not destroying myself for her. she begs me to be beautiful. she begs me to be the daughter she wanted to have. my friend tells me on the swing on a beautiful springtime evening that i am selfish and cruel for devouring every little piece of every damn thing that has ever tasted like love to me. and when i go home in the evening, my mother looks at me like she did the night she told me she wishes she'd killed me when i was a child. i tell everyone i am starving. my mother tells me she told me so.

i stare at the red in the ball of spit i hawked onto the bathroom floor. i retouch the scars on my thighs. i hack away at my hair with the big crafting scissors. i pray to god that i will wake up tomorrow beautiful and loveable. i wake up the same way. my mother tells me to never come back when i step out to leave for work. i tell her i am trying my best but nothing is working. she tells me she told me so. she tells me she's glad to see me in pain because i deserve it.

maybe i do deserve it.

i visit a clothing store and step into the fitting room just to see the way i am reflected back and forth in the front-and-back mirrors. i look and i see a morbid, mangled ruin the greatest what-could-have-been of all time. and by that i mean, i see a million possibilities in one. all the girls i could have been. and at the very center, where the image gets so small it's blurry and barely visible maybe i am beautiful. maybe i am loveable. maybe i find real love and maybe i don't suffer for it.

maybe i am the daughter my mother wanted.

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bpdcrybaby213 · 2 years

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I never wanted any of this. But I actually did at one point. And now I'm paying for it.

#borderline personality disorder #mentally tired #mentally exhausted #life choices #bpd life #bad mothers

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aphrodites-serenade · 1 year

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My mother's reflection lies in the mirror

I yelled at them, cursed at them so fiercely that it might have punctured a wound

I cry, in a way that they won't understand, "I never get time to myself!"

I hope these venomous words pierce through them like they're piercing me

I grit my teeth, my jaw clenched as anxiety oozes out from it. "I sacrificed a lot for you!"

It's only the truth, after all. A truth I must drill into their head.

I flung a glass plate, the delicate thing shattered instantly. "You are just like your father!"

They're sobbing uncontrollably, muttering incoherently. I wish their voice would fade away.

I continue, hoping that their tears will run out soon and be replaced with silent compliance.

Then I saw it, and I stopped abruptly, the bitterness still lingering in my mouth.

There was an antique mirror behind them, with a clear reflection.

I see... I see my mother staring back at me. It's a look of pity mixed with disgust.

She's a battered woman, wearing a terrible scowl and tired dark eyes.

Everything about her expression makes me want to scream.

Choking on my own tears, I quickly pushed that crying child aside

I tremble as I walk toward the mirror, bearing its reflection towards me.

No, that can't be me. It's not possible.

But it is, I'm the splitting image of my mother.

Oh god… oh god…

I look back at the frightened child, desperately trying to shrink in size

The child was me, and now I've become her

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grits-galraisedinthesouth · 1 year

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Selfish "mothers" and their "magical babies:" Chrissy Teigen, Hilaria Baldwin, Elizabeth Holmes and Meghan Markle are infamous for manufacturing children and/or staging mythcarriages to save themselves.

#bad mothers #tom bower #revenge #moonbump #belly drop #spare us #like a spare #south park #we want privacy #worldwide privacy tour #chrissy teigen #elizabeth holmes #baldwin

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