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Steve Carell was my estranged father and that he’d just won an Oscar for playing Michael Scott in the Office. I was at there to congratulate him, so I followed him when he got backstage in my PJs and was like hey dad, congrats. He’s like thanks kiddo, let’s have dinner some day but he was super dismissive so I got angry and now I’m looking for revenge. In this realm, Steve is the founder of Tesla so to get my revenge, I go around town absolutely trashing all the Teslas I see. I never hear from him again.
#dream#text#March 30th 2024#steve carell#oscar#academy award#oscars#award#father#estrangement#family#the office#office#michael scott#tesla
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Y'all ever daydream about what you can do with your life, house, and self when you're finally free of your family?
#toxic parents#childhood trauma#toxic mother#toxic mom#toxic family#dysfunctional family#estrangement#becoming estranged
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#toxic parents#emotional abuse#child abuse#child neglect#abandonment#black sheep#scapegoating#estrangement#dysfunctional family
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I am afraid I will love you forever and we will never be in the same room again.
Clementine von Radics, In a Dream You Saw a Way to Survive
#clementine von radics#in a dream you saw a way to survive#poetry#quote#literature#lit#love#love quote#sad love quote#unrequited romance#unrequited love#crush#unrequited crush#estrangement
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Crazy accurate
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Fëanorian Week - Curufin
Let's have some father-son angst, okay?
Words: 535
Characters: Curufin & Celebrimbor, Curufin & Fëanor
Prompts: Childhood, Celebrimbor, Forge Work
Warnings:Sadness, separation, disappointment, estrangement
Curufin lifted his chin defiantly. He would not wither under the baleful, deeply injured glare of his son’s eyes.
“How could you?” Celebrimbor, looking so much like his mother and speaking in his grandfather’s cold, disapproving voice, hissed.
“I did what I had to do,” Curufin replied softly, silently pleading with his only child to understand what he couldn’t yet know. “And, in time, you might comprehend me better. I pray that you never will, but my heart misgives me.”
“You could turn away from this path!”
Ah, so young, so optimistic, Curufin thought even as his heart shattered.
Old wounds, buried under the dead earth of urgency and necessity but never healed, broke open within his soul—losing his father had changed Curufin, but disappointing his son due to his own failures and weaknesses would break him.
“I cannot.”
There it was—the cold gleam of goodbye in the warm, bright eyes of the one he’d nurtured and protected with desperate fervour.
Celebrimbor turned sharply to collect and pack his smithing tools with trembling hands, and Curufin did not even dare intervene for fear that his voice would break like badly tempered steel.
As he moved along the workbench he’d hitherto shared with his father, the smithing prodigy suddenly hesitated, his hand hovering above a tiny, jewel-encrusted hammer.
“Take it,” Curufin rasped. “I could not bear to look at it. It would only remind me of all I’ve lost.”
Fëanor had made it for him what felt like an eternity ago, and Curufin had stubbornly held on to the miniature tool throughout his whole life.
His first attempts at his craft had left grooves and marks on the shiny metal, and he’d cried bitterly upon discovering that.
“A worn tool speaks of honest work,” Fëanor had assured him comfortingly, and Curufin had taken these words to heart when teaching his own son.
In his mind, images of pudgy, clumsy hands blurred into a heart-breaking picture of filial eagerness and paternal pride.
How many burned fingers and spreading bruises had this little hammer caused and witnessed?
It had been a hallowed experience to study at a father’s elbow. There had been tears of frustration and moments of triumph, and each of them had invariably strengthened the seemingly unbreakable bond between a prince and his blessed progeny.
Both—the craft and the inexplicably magical link between smiths of different generations—had been sacrosanct.
Now, the rust of betrayal and the acid of disappointment had eaten through everything, leaving their story a brittle thing, riddled with gaping holes.
“But…grandfather made it for you,” Celebrimbor protested weakly even as he reached for the shared treasure instinctively.
“I have no father,” Curufin muttered. “I have no son. It is of no use to me now. Take it—I shan’t miss it.”
Of all his acts of treason and mendacious declarations, no lie cut deeper or burned brighter than this whispered lie.
“Very well,” Celebrimbor sighed, tucking the hammer into a piece of soft leather carefully. “I shall take away with me the memory of a good, beloved father.”
He waved his hand dismissively at Curufin’s form, bent over and sagging like a dying doter’s.
“I bid you goodbye, stranger.”
-> Masterlist
@feanorianweek, here another one :)
#og post#fëanorianweek#feanorianweek#IDNMT writes#fanfiction#writing#tolkien writing#jrrt#Curufin#Day 5#Childhood#Celebrimbor#Forge Work#Sadness#Loss#Estrangement#Separation
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NEWSFLASH for abusive parents: NO Pussy is that good.
Exactly no one in the history of ever has had a happy, healthy, loving relationship with their mum and gone no contact with them for seven years, just because their partner asked them to.
OP knows this better than anyone, because she knew to tell her son not to get involved when she found out the girlfriend was no contact with her own toxic parents. She gives no other reason why she didn't want her "genius" son to meet the "very smart and nice" Law undergrad girl he was in love with, because that was the only one. She didn't want her son to connect with other adults who are healthily and happily no contact from their own abusive family members, because she didn't want him to see it was possible.
She really wants us to beleive that she is such a victim, because her son picked an "outsider to the family" over her. Her sons girlfriend is the person she's decided is going to take the blame, and hell will freeze over before she considers blamimg the relationship breakdown on literally anyone else. Note how she breezes past telling us about her sons "accusations" of her. She's stressing that he'd never brought the issues up before he met the girl when he was in college, but never actually denies them. Considering her son and his girlfriend described her as a "criminal", I'm gonna just assume that if it was trivial, she'd have told us what she's been accused of. He didn't choose his girlfriend over his mum at all. With all the pot stirring and projecting she's admitted to doing in this post alone, it seems to me he chose himself over her. With the way she's deflecting like it's her job and rents due, I don't blame him.
Here's a take that might be controversial: stalking... is bad. Even.. if you get someone else to do it for you.
"I had to use one of those search services" (What these psycho parents call private investigators, because it sounds more like they were searching for someone missing than that they paid someone to stalk their target.) as if her being out of pocket, paying for someone to seek out a person who clearly does not wish to be found, was super fucking inconvenient for her. I just want to scream "No babe, you didn't "have to" do anything. You chose to do that because you can't comprehend the fact that your now 30 year old son isn't your property." This dude is just young, free and living his best no contact life with his super cool, lawyer girlfriend. Literally nobody reasonable was concerned for his safety.
This is a woman who doesn't know how to apologise because she genuinely can't conceive of a scenario where she could be at fault. That snide comment "lord forbid I care about him" actually infuriates me. This woman has admitted to running her own son out of his hometown after attempting to ruin his relationship, using his father and sister as informants against him till he had to cut them off too, and paying a stranger to stalk him. This poor guy has had his life absolutely torn apart by this bitter hag of a mother. He had to orphan himself from his entire family when he was barely 20 years old to protect himself from this utter nutcase, and she has the fucking audacity to say "God forbid I..." as if she has experienced any consequences for any of her own truly unhinged behaviour.
I don't care if she's old, if I see this twat, it's on sight.
The "Poor me" angle she's trying to run at this with is pretty pathetic and really transparent. I'm not sure who beleives she's an innocent victim, but this "I text him every day and they bounce because I've been blocked for seven years" shtick is boring and over dramatic. Especially when even the fact that the girl has a law degree is enough to provoke some weird, barely related attempt at a smug remark. She's clearly not too sad to be salty. When she's not coming off whiney and sad she's just coming across as bitter and jealous. It's not a good look and it's clearly not worked for her up till now, but she's committed to the bit and she's not gonna turn it around.
Her son is happy and she's just so mad about it.
Womp womp.
#estranged parents#estrangement#no contact#toxic parents#toxic mom#dysfunctional family#dysfunctional household#narcissistic abuse
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I know I submitted a friend so they could get a voidpet assigned to them, but may I please get a voidpet assigned to me?
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A Hypnotic Estrangement 5!
(Mythical Water Vivid, Variant 76)
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My sisters do not look at me as much as I look at them.
She thinks that I am my mother’s favorite but they are each other’s favorite and I have nobody if not my mother. But my mother does not listen to me, so in reality, I truly have nobody.
My elder sister will not know how I make my fried rice. She will not know about my 6th grade unrequited love, about my favorite authors, and my talents. She will not know.
But I will know her like the back of my hand; I know how she loves watching true crime, I know how much she adores dogs and how particular she is about her stuff and I will take all of this to the grave.
(I do not want to, I think, but I feel more than that.)
I know how she’s still hungry after, in a fight with mother, she says she isn’t.
I know she is so I will stay behind and eat a little bit slower. I’ll whisper to mom hushedly, “I’ll wipe the table and wash the dishes” to get her off my back, even if I don’t want to, but because I want my sister to eat.
I see her and she doesn’t see me. Or, she does see me but she doesn’t understand me. She looks at me like I’m darkness looming through her and she looks at me like I’ve somehow ruined her life and I don’t know what I’ve done.
I haven’t done anything but it’s almost like I’ve died in my mother’s womb, and I am now just a ghost haunting them for when I speak they respond but their arms dig past my heart and instead of feeling through me, they feel past me.
I’m here and they’re choosing to ignore me.
I’m here and it’s like I’ve never been.
I stand on my right foot and contort my body into a woman when I am barely a teenager, and I would do so again and again just for her to see me.
I would tear my body in half for her to see me for me.
I am afraid that she will only do so when my body has long decomposed in its casket and she receives my folder of files just like this one, detailing how I’ve felt.
Shivers may pass through her veins, and instead of satisfaction, she will feel guilt. She will feel rotten and disgusting.
I do not want that.
I am torn into bits and pieces and my lungs have been removed and yet I am still breathing and I am already inexplicably dead when I feel shame for dying out of guilt for living.
#poeming#pem#poem#potry#NOT POTTERY#poetry#man#family issues#youngest sister#i crave validation#estrangement#trying#trying to be a good sister#(somehow failing.)#i love my sister#i love my sisters#kinda vent#this is a cry for help#banana phone
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How shall we greet the sun
THANA FAROQ
“Exile is strangely compelling to think about but terrible to experience. It is the unhealable rift forced between a human being and a native place, between the self and its true home: its essential sadness can never be surmounted. And while it is true that literature and history contain heroic, romantic, glorious, even triumphant episodes in an exile’s life, these are no more than efforts meant to overcome the crippling sorrow of estrangement.” ― Edward W. Said
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Happy new year to everyone but shitty parents who think they need to contact their kids today. Fuck you mom.
#toxic parents#toxic family#toxic mother#dysfunctional family#childhood trauma#toxic mom#toxic relationship#estrangement#becoming estranged#disowned life#disowned
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#toxic parents#accountability#scapegoating#black sheep#estrangement#no contact#narc mom#maternal narcissism#emotional abuse
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So I have a question and I'd like to ask for advice. I am 23 and I absolutely hate my mother. She basically knew that my dad was deadbeat and she was telling me about it the other day yet she still managed to be with him. On my way to finishing my bachlors degree and I actually think of entirely dropping her out of my life. It's a tough decision but she has abused me a lot. Mostly mentally and there's no respect between us, only mild tolerance. I know my decision is radical, but any advice on how I can move on and not think about her once I'm out of this house? I'm fully aware its a tough decision, but I can't do it anymore.
Good for you! Personally, I believe it's more radical to perpetually keep someone toxic in your life purely because they made a decision to bring you into this world. It was her job to create a stable, loving, and healthy relationship with you from birth until now – not the other way around. Please read Adult Child of Emotionally Immature Parents by Lindsay C. Gibson if you haven't already. This book is incredibly validating <3
Honestly, you're going to think about her a lot in the beginning. The grieving process of mourning a living parent who just couldn't be there for you is real. However, the best advice I can give when dealing with this type of situation is:
Validate and allow yourself to feel your feelings. Understand that all the harm and emotional abuse done to you is real
Lean on your support system (trusted friends, loved ones, a therapist)
Acknowledge the potential relationship missed out on in life because of the abuse. While it is ultimately your mother's fault, you have the right to acknowledge a relationship that was unfairly stolen from you from the get-go
Geninuely consider what makes you happy and what you can pursue in life to make you happy without any fear of judgment from your family (or anyone else, really). Create a vision board and then a game plan. Take a small step. Repeat every day to help you step into this new chapter of your life
Find ways to nourish your inner child daily/weekly. Be the mother to yourself you never had. Make yourself a nice cup of tea every evening, draw a relaxing bath, brush your hair slowly, and/or cook a nice dinner most nights of the week. You deserve to feel taken care of – even if it's only you present
Once you pull away/cut or limit contact, don't fall into the trap when she starts to play nice and tries to make amends. She's still the same person she's been for 23 years, so, as difficult as it is to internalize, understand that she won't change no matter what you say or how you behave. If she hasn't taken accountability for over two decades, this pattern won't be broken and reconfigured due to your deciding to take a step back. The moment you let your guard down and allow her to re-enter your life, the cycle will repeat. Don't get sucked in
Best of luck! Hope this helps xx
#toxic parents#toxic family#family trauma#estrangement#no contact#emotional abuse#adult children of emotionally immature parents#inner child#inner child healing#healing journey#trauma healing#self care#self love#higher self#glow up era#femmefatalevibe#q/a
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Jordan was raised in a Southern Baptist household in North Carolina where she was expected to attend church multiple times a week, accept Jesus Christ as the way to salvation, and honor her mother and father. That last point was right there in the Ten Commandments. So when Jordan made the decision to stop talking to her dad, the choice stood in defiance of the lessons of her upbringing, but it was also because of them. She was tired of being told that women should submit to men, a belief ordained by the religion in which she was raised. She was finished obeying.
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Frantically, the boy searched through a lifetime of random memories trying to reconstruct a father he could mourn.
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