Toxic Parents Novels & Stories

I say, not understanding his logic, "My parents aren't." "Well, my parents are," he lets out, "They're so fucking miserable with each other, they never even talk, they just stay together for us and because they already wasted their fucking lives together so they might as well keep it up. I'd rather die than have a relationship like them, okay? I don't want it, ever. And I'd like to think it would be different with you, but how do I know that? My parents probably loved each other at some point too, that didn't stop them from becoming whatever the fuck they are now."

I asked him pathetically "For fucks sake Em. Your mom is a self-centered bitch. Your dad is happy and in love. The only time he was unhappy, was when he was with your mom. She is the one that's making your life a mess. She is the one tahts unhappy because she has the thing about her that push people away. She drove your father away, she drove Malcolm away, though I wish he had a different name. She drove you away. She wants you to be unhappy and you're giving her what she wants. Do you not understand that what she said was total bullshit? She told you she would kill you and I don't know about you but parents should never put their child through such pain. She's fucked up and as soon as you s

"You must be feeling overconfident, just because my stubborn son loves you. I told him that it wasn't love at all. It was an obsession, because you deliberately abandoned him when he was in trouble. You've made him dependent on you since you were little, and you may have even trapped him, causing him to mark you unintentionally, believing you were his mate!" I couldn't understand why these two people in front of me were so stubborn and always thinking negatively. No wonder Xander finally let them go without hesitation. I couldn't imagine how difficult the situation Xander had to face, having such controlling and selfish parents. Perhaps they were also the ones who made Xander grow up to be

"I know you know that it was your parents. Do you want to talk about them?" "They were awful. They were the worst people I've ever met. All they cared for was alcohol and drugs. I don't remember when they were good people. Dad got laid off his job when I was five and it completely ruined the family financially. From all the stress mom had a miscarriage, yet they still found a way to blame me for it," I whisper, feeling tears falling down my cheeks. "My parents kept me in the smallest room in the house, it was a small office. I had to learn to cook for them and clean. Dad made me his personal bartender. I remember being ten when I first got raped. After that I tried everything to please my pa

Pure disgust. These people were horrible; they didn't have even an ounce of empathy for their own children. They were the ones who had caused all the problems between me and Sophia in the first place. If they hadn't played favorites, if they hadn't created that toxic environment of jealousy, maybe Sophia wouldn't turn out that way. A humorless laugh escaped my lips because the absurdity of it all suddenly hit me. Why was I still even considering these people as my parents? "Do you know what happened to Sophia?" I asked quietly. I watched my mother flinch and look away from my direct gaze.

He asked. I opened my mouth to lie but stopped because I knew he would see right through me. It was in my best interests to tell him the truth. It would make him trust me even more. I just had to be smart with it. “I wish I could say my childhood was roses and diamonds—it wasn’t. My parents were both toxic but one was better than the other, until she died and I was left with my douchebag father.” “He did everything possible to keep me in line. Either by killing my pets or by taking away my luxuries and denying me access to my friends. He made sure he kept me in line and had me dancing to his tune.”

I narrowed my eyes at him; I felt my blood start to boil. How could he say such hurtful and hateful things about my parents? It's one thing to hurt me the way he always does, but to make my parents out to be monsters was unacceptable. I pushed at his chest; the move was unexpected so he stumbled back. "Shut your lying mouth! How the hell can you say such evil things about my parents?! Not everybody is as hateful as your messed up family. God! I hate you, I hate you so much!!"

And I definitely never had the hots for her boyfriend. But my mother was very much Margie: mentally ill; manipulative; abusive; determined to live her life through one daughter while ignoring her others. And my father was very much Robert: a strong but codependent workaholic who dedicated his life to making my mother happy while at the same time (and quite ironically) finding it easier to be out of the home so that he could pretend like she was not who she was. My father's parents were against my father marrying my mother. Growing up, my mother regularly told her children that and used it as some sort of weird ammunition or excuse for her various bad behavior.

That's when I started to tell him about the past. Tobias listened to me as I told him what my parents did to me before, how they maltreated me since I was still young, and most of all how they sold me to my own mate that put my life in danger. The way he clenched his jaws, I could feel Tobias' anger. I started to get scared about that knowing that we are about to conquer the pack of my parents. I'm scared that Tobias might do something bad which I didn't want to happen. “Your parents are terrible. How could they do that to you, Beatrice?” His voice is so strong. I know he's already controlling himself.

she continued with tears filling her brown eyes again. "She told me that no man would ever want to marry a heavy girl, so I grew up believing I was disgusting and unworthy of true love." I gripped the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles turned bone white under the strain. A lethal, boiling rage surged through my veins at the thought of a mother deliberately destroying her own daughter's confidence just to praise a toxic sister. "Your mother actively groomed you to accept poor treatment from men," I noted grimly, piecing together the psychological puzzle of her toxic relationship.