Mommy Issues - Tumblr Posts - Page 3

mama didn’t raise no bitch

don’t get me wrong i’m still a bitch she just didn’t raise me

hang on sorry lemme just

AGHSGHSHHSGHSHHHHHH

alright i’m good now

i did not stitch my dna but i will embroider it until it is my own

I will never be good enough for You

You, the one who was supposed to have unconditional love

I'm stuck chasing/loong for love that is supposed be there from birth

Thinking about the time i told my mom not to dismiss my problems and she said "well i don't what your problems are but to me they aren't that big of a deal"

toxic parents will traumatize you and act surprised when you act like you've been traumatized

Just some sketches I did of my wife Sevika🪐

“I haven’t seen my mother in a long, long time”

I don’t want to be a disappointment anymore

I want to forgive you mom, for everything you’ve done, and everything you’ve put me through. Neglect, the emotional abuse you’d give me when you did feel emotional. How you’d use me, like I was no more than those girls in school who everybody use for something, because its all I’ve ever known. Love for me is giving all, and receiving is doing what is wanted of me and never expecting anything in return because I know its not coming, unless I find you in a good mood months down the line, to feel okay with asking, which I’ll feel bad about because your life has always been worse than mine, even though everything that’s happened to me has stemmed from you.

I know you were too young to be my mother, but I’m too young to be yours. I’m too young to be as old as I am now. Too experienced with grief and longing for somebody who’s supposed to be able to bounce back, because I’m simply in the prime of my life. Too sad and callous for somebody who people only ever want around because I’m happy to see you, no matter how long its been and how little you’ve always given me. Because I know, you’re thinking of somebody else when you’re with me. Everybody always has, its the way I was bred.

You think of me when I was little, doll like, who was just full of love, who gave up everything to do what you wanted because I just wanted to be around you. You think of me, good ol’ reliable, the one who was always there to keep you company whenever you decided you wanted me, because you had nowhere else to go on a Friday night and surely because I had just reached double digits, I could watch those romcoms with you because I was starting puberty, I was gonna learn about it soon enough. You thought less of me when I became depressed and had a hard time taking care of myself, and how embarrassing I was to you in our small town because I was open about who I was, and when you forced me into your clothes and made me wear makeup my sensitive skin couldn’t handle because I needed to think about your reputation in town because me being myself was embarrassing to you because I didn’t grow out of being a tomboy, even though you were a tomboy, because we both know it wasn’t me being a tomboy. You didn’t think of me at all when I didn’t give into dressing how you wanted and was gaining weight because of my depression, and you gave up because you had a new family growing with the love of your life, and I was just a byproduct to call and do stuff for you that you needed when you did remember I exist. You only remembered me when you had nobody to call, and since I was fat and ugly, you knew I was free to be there for you, because I loved you. You tortured me, for years. I gave you everything. I lost everything that’s ever mattered to me.

You want us to be better now, yet you still only talk about yourself, or call me when you need me or want to use me, because I’m still fat and ugly, and have no idea how to function in the real world, and I’m scared of being used because people always sniff it out in me. I’m scared that because of how little faith I have in people wanting to be around me just to be around me, that I’ll be miserable for the rest of my life, because people are only around me when I don’t set boundaries, I’m so nonchalant and don’t argue because I’m tired of that being my main social interaction, so I’m always down to do whatever because I’m included, even though I never feel like I’m wanted by the time I’m there because I’m falling short of who it is you’re missing.

I’m just a mother. There to help. To love. To give advice and make you feel better. To take care, even though you don’t listen and know better than me. To be there with you because you’re lonely, and not fighting to do whatever I want to because you don’t like it, but doing what you like because you like it. I don’t cry to people with my emotions because it rarely matters, or I don’t want it to matter because when I tried to make my emotions matter, nobody cared. Wanted to brush past it quickly or just ruining the vibes. Oh well. Who better to mother me than myself? Eve didn’t have a mother, neither do I, I guess.

You know... some of your words just cut too deep mom... They leave a nasty scar, reminding me of how much they hurt...

Dear Mother, I’m tired

I really just love how my mother keeps on calling herself fat, while we have the same body type, and I don't know if she hasn't noticed that, or if she's just ignoring it, but I have definitely noticed it from her old photos, and then she gets upset because I don't want her to walk out in the bathroom while I'm getting ready to shower (and therefor naked). And the worst part is that she can't even apologises, her form of an apology is: "I'm sorry, there you happy", like no, I'm not, because that's not an apology, that's you wanting to ignore one very easy to follow boundary that i have set; and i do not care if she gave birth to me or not, because of the way i have had to listen to her talking about her body growing up, i don't want anyone, related to me or not, to see me without clothes, no matter the circumstance. And then she just goes over to my brother (and yes i know he needs a little extra attention because of his diabetes), but she acts like nothing had happened, and plays the victim card, because of course does she has a victim complex. And she even blames me for being in a bad mood (which fair, it is my emotions, but it's her who crossed a boundary and can't even apologies for it), and says that she can't wait until I'm in a better mood, and that she can't wait to hear me talk again when I'm happy, and all that type of bullshit.

I’m tired of how I’m not allowed to set boundaries (not even a simple one, like knock), and I’m tired that I am never allowed to be the victim, it always had to be you.

from your youngest child, I hope that you’re happy with yourself.

To Mom

I hate how I’m never allowed to be sad or angry.

From your youngest

I wish my mom loved me for who I am and not for who I pretend to be infront of her

Rowan Desai

Half-Elf Paladin

Mommy issues? Daddy issues? Issues? All of the above. He is the phrase “tall, dark, and handsome” personified, but with additional adjectives added on like “isolated” and “probably kind of racist.”

After his father left and his mother died, rowan left his grandmother’s small cottage to pursue revenge (and alcohol) (and women) (and men). his religion and pursuit of vengeance has driven him to stick with a rather unlikely and possibly insane group of people. (He likes them (mostly) but he has to keep up the brooding act otherwise who even is he)

Got Mommy Issues? I wrote this poem about mine:

Elizabeth 

You carried me for nine months, but

I carried myself longer

I carried myself farther

You gave me life

A life I didn’t want 

So I cut the cord that bound me to you

It’s alright, you don’t have to apologize 

I know you don’t know how to love me

My laughter tears through you like bullets

My ideals cut like knives

It’s alright

I’m at peace knowing that you and I never stood a chance

He’s poison, you know and he poisoned you

You’re doomed, but I don’t have to be

I have no love for you, but 

I do have sympathy

It’s alright

It actually horrifies how normalized it is to ground children. And I'm not saying there's not a time and place for it, that being when it correlates to the offense. Natural consequences are great tecahing tools. I am saying that I find it disturbing how so often a parent's first instinct is to isolate their child from their support system whenever that child displeases them. And if that doesn't satisfy them, they'll take away anything they can think of that makes their child happy. Usually that's an electronic, since a kid can use that to contact their support system. I've been grounded and had my phone taken a few times. It only made me resent my parents more. It didn't teach me anything except how to take my phone back, hide it well, and replace it the day before I was set to get it back. My parents still don't know I did that.

The way I view my childhood is weird because on the one hand, I strongly disagree with how I was raised. But on the other hand, everything was so much simpler before I started questioning. Ignorance really is bliss.

Only they are allowed to parent me