Books For Daughters Of Mothers With Bpd Novels & Stories

Alexandra leaned down and whispered into her daughter's ear, "I'm going to lay you down now, sweetpea. I'm going to strap-on my big rubber cock and fuck you until you cry my name as you cum again and again. Just remember, let go of everything else. Just let yourself feel what you know you feel. No one will hurt you again. You're ours now. You have two mothers and a sister who all love you very much. You are safe with us. Let everything you've been through go and let yourself be happy and loved. Ok, sweetpea?" Angela stared up into her mother's living face and let her words wash over her body as she slowly nodded. Alexandra placed another tender kiss on her daughter's forehead before gently l

Maybe she'd done other things. The doctor came in and Baaba shooed us out, Bashir took me to a corner and sat me down, handed me a cup of sweet hot chocolate and uncapped his own cuppa. He took a deep sip before speaking. "Mom used to have medications when she was younger. After the birth of Falmata, her bipolar disorder just seemed flare so much that she used to throw Falmata away and kick her into cupboards, she would just beat us for no reason at all, prompting Baaba to find us things to do after school hours.

"But it was mostly for protection. Your grandfather tried to find us several times. Luka had to erase trails and make discreet threats. I almost killed that man once, Matthew. Almost. But your mother stopped me. She didn’t want you to grow up with more blood and more trauma." Maeve continued, sharing harder details. The nights she woke up screaming from nightmares of her father on top of her, his weight, and his smell. The panic attacks when Matthew was small and cried, because her own childhood crying came back with force. The times she and Zion almost separated because the weight of the past was too great. The postpartum depression that nearly destroyed her. The book Embracing Shadows, whi

I switch hands, I mean it this time. I wonder if Seraphina is watching me now. Addison will be disappointed, but she’ll forgive me. Only if only my mother could see me now. She’s walked in on several botched suicide attempts. Always trying to benefit from them while saying condescending words. ‘You don’t have it in you.’ ‘You enjoy the misery.’ ‘You’re too much like your father.’ I never understood that last one until now. But I refuse to be anything like my father.

“You committed to this coven your unwavering loyalty. You must remember that.” “I stand by my word, Great Mother.” I say solemnly. “Time reveals all truths.” The Great Mother says. She reaches into the folds of her robe and retrieves a well worn book. “This is the first book taught to the girls being raised in our homes. It is enchanted and can only be read by a member of the coven. To an outsider it would be a copy of whatever book they are most familiar with. An illusion that feeds on their own imaginative energy.” She places the book in my outstretched hand.

Her daughter, looking exactly the same as her, entered the room carrying a teddy bear, her cautious and timid eyes peeking out, “What’s wrong with you Mommy?” Melanie instantly changed her expressions, distorting even further, she went to her daughter's side and held both of her arms hard. “Why does Lancer not react anymore when hearing your name!?” Lena flinched in pain, her teddy bear falling to the ground as her back tensed, the corner of her eyes turning red, “M-mommy, it hurts.” Melanie just tightened her grip further, eyes darkening, “You better feel it and complain to Lancer later!”

Quickly picking them up, she started reading more. She covered her mouth with both of her hands in resentment as she read everything. 'Dream-reality confusion in BPD... He had been suffering from it for a long time? Oh my God!' Slowly her world started getting darker. Sanaya could see how he was hurt, how he couldn't sleep at night because of nightmares, his sufferings, and pain... She could not imagine what torture he went through. Her heart sank into the deep ocean of distress.

“And the smell of burnt magic.” “Hello to you too, Mother,” I muttered. She ignored my tone—another thing she was very good at. “Come. Inside. Tell me everything before my stomach knots itself.” The warmth of the cottage hit me as soon as I walked in—fire, herbs, something simmering on the stove. I sat at the old wooden table. She sat opposite me, arms folded, one eyebrow raised. I told her everything—Lyra’s weakness, Helena amplifying the bond, Lucian deposing his mother, the way Lyra held my hands like she’d known me as any other thing besides being her mother. \

David was a very brutal man and he hit her quite a lot, even her child was not spared from his brutality. "You and your daughter are totally useless." He yelled at Sarah when She mistakenly bumped into him and the coffee mug he was holding crashed and broke on the floor. Sarah crouched down in fear, as he shouted at her. "Don't cry, baby." Helen consoled her child, she had really messed up this time around and her addiction to cocaine was not making things easier for her, she couldn't call David off hence he would leave her. When Sarah felt calmer and stopped crying. Helen confronted David, she didn't yell at him but tried to talk to him in a calm voice because she knew he was easily trigger

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.