Toxic Mom - Tumblr Posts
me: Im sad-
Parents: its all that phone
My mom: I don't know why you hate me so much and won't forgive me, i always did everything to put food in your mouth
Also 9-12 year old me stealing money from her just to eat because she would spend all the money my dad sent her on random shit to pretend she had more money than she actually did because we lived in a fucking HOSTAL on the fucking MARKET even though my dad sent money to pay rent + schooling and by the way my mom took me out of school because she couldn't pay private school and she didn't want me to go to a public school so I didn't go to class flt almost 2 years ;]
Anyways, can you all tell I talked to my mom?
Fuck my life and fuck my mom honestly
That moment in your healing period when you realize you would rather die alone than go back to your abuser >>>>>
My mom: you ruined my life
Me, an IVF-rainbow baby:
Thats the most relatable post ever.
God will really look at eldest daughters and think. Hmm. Your mother is going to be the cruellest woman you will ever have the misfortune of meeting. She will also be emotionally manipulative and so so hard to love. Unfortunately you will love her anyway because you see in her all that you could be one day. You will peek into her past and see the same weapons on her that hurt she hurt you with. You will want to run away from her every day. You will not survive a day without her. You will want to kill her sometimes. The mere thought of her dying will make it impossible for you to breathe. You will savour the way her mean words dig their fingers into the warm crevices of your heart because you're so so scared of the day she calls you down for dinner one last time. You will love her more than any man and she would leave you like she leaves them. This is your fate. It will kill you one day. You will never have it any other way. Accept your fate. Don't resist. Don't refuse. Don't argue. Calm down. Be a lady. Come down, dinner's ready.
Piece Of Meat 🥩 (my toxic relationships music video)
bad boyfriend 🖤 (my toxic men music video)
Morning Glory
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my poem:
The goth girl smiles, when irony is just too funny
All the blocks fit into place
I'm a misshaped puzzle piece, but odd is better than boring
Craving normal living
Roleplaying a wife, is that my full story?
I'm a mother but not a mom
I'm the sun without the morning glory
No claims to my name, I guess I'm okay with leaving no legacy
Don't need my last name, if only holds pain I may not enjoy myself, but at least i could say I know my shame and it keeps me friendly
Bad Mommy 🍼 (my mean drunk girl music video)
Toxic Girl ❤️🔥 (my baddie poem reading and 2014 revival collage)
I come from a long line of mean women who shouldn’t have had children, but did anyway.
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 claim this as the song that describes me and my mother's relationship. Cause I just want her to love and to care for me.