Toxic Parents Novels & Stories

The anger I’d been harboring towards my parents was at a tipping point. They had decided who I was going to be long before I was born. Their obsessively controlling behavior was rooted in childhood trauma. They grew up in the same neighborhood, one full of crime and poverty but devoid of hope and opportunity.

“Let me guess your mother married your father for his money, what a bitch!“Daniel slammed her. “Well yes! The marriage lasted for one year, they got divorced, you will never understand what it feels like, my family is messed up but Prince’s is even worse that was why when he hits me then, I do understand his pain”. Daniel took another glass and ordered for more. “He ain’t the only one that have messed up family, it’s never an excuse for a bad decision or behavior”. “What do you know!” She snapped angrily at him. “I have toxic parents, my rich father beat my mother up and she hated me because of him. My mother transferred all that aggression on me, giving me th

She protects them and cover them under her wings. We are like those birds. We trust completely on our parents. Not all the parents are lovable. Not all the parent covers us up and protects us. Not all the parent helps us with our goals and care for us. Some parents are just so toxic. They don't give us anything except for the suffering and tears. Some parents just break us down instead of healing us and that is what Jennifer is to us. She is toxic and she had played with us all our lives, even before we were even born. And that game of hers was such a foul one.

One we made sitting on the ground, in my closet, laughing, our faces covered in cake. “But that was a lie, wasn’t it? You’re a liar. Just like them,” he finishes coldly. I inhale sharply as his words hit deep, just like he intended for them to. My heart feels like it’s breaking into tiny pieces. That was the worst comparison he could’ve made and he knows it. But he wanted to hurt me and he succeeded. Theo’s parents are just like mine: emotionally detached, neglectful and money–hungry. The last thing I’d ever want to be is to be like them.

I transformed their business into a big and very solicited one. I changed everything, and maybe because of this, my parents hate me the most. They hated guns and violence. To be fair, I did not grow up in a violent environment but being most of the time with strangers that my parents, change a lot in my mind. I didn't feel anything from them. Besides the criticism given to me most of the time, with no help and no examples at all.

However, another question popped into my mind and I lifted my eyes to look at Pop. "But how do you know so much about this?" I asked, my voice only a fraction of what it normally was. Sadness settled into the ridges on Pop's face. Tension butterflied across his shoulders until his hands were lightly balled into fists. "Because kids go through this as well when their parents don't give a fuck about them. They refuse to change. Or they try and prolong it for as long as possible. Which has devastating consequences." He said. How utterly fucking warped. To let kids go through something this vile. Every first turn was difficult. I knew that as well as any wolf did. But to make them go through som

“My parents are proof of that.” I froze, pulling back just enough to search his face. “What do you mean?” His gaze dropped, and the words that came out from his mouth weren't what I had expected to hear. “They weren’t always like this. But somewhere along the line, it turned toxic and cold. They hurt each other over and over, and I grew up watching it.” My eyes widened as I stared at him finally connecting the dots. The fear in his eyes and expression whenever someone mentions his dad, the fact that he self harms and is easily provoked. It all made sense now.

Since the start of my life, I already have a problem with my family- my mother who left me early and my dad whom I don't know and as years pass by, it's becoming worse that I can't even accept every bit of it. Family... It has been one of the worst things that happened to me- except for my mom, of course. I have no reason to be mad at her but my dad... Maybe I have longed to have a family since I was born and I'm always praying to have one that I can forgive him for something that he did just like letting me leave alone in this cruel world but not in things and situations like these. This is far different than that one. In some cases, family relationships are kinda toxic. They usually protec

“No wonder her son was a piece of shit.” I pressed my lips together, not wanting to talk badly about Robert. His mother, however, was a totally different story. That woman had been toxic for so long, and her husband had been just as bad. They’d always put too much pressure on Robert. Which was another reason he’d wanted to move away, far away from our hometown. And I’d been all too eager to join him in leaving. Briefly, I wondered if Robert had ever been truly happy with his parents, or if he had always been struggling against their disapproval.

“I feel so embarrassed and hurt, Sarah. Even in her final moments, she was selfish. It's... it's hard to process." Philip's voice was low and pained as he continued, "My parents never had a great relationship. My dad saw my mom as little more than a prop in his carefully constructed image of paternal success. While my mom, She was deeply manipulative. My father saw that as an asset in the ruthless business world. Many business partners favored my mom, like Madam Olsen…" His eyes met mine, filled with regret and a desperate need for understanding. "I grew up surrounded by that toxicity, never knowing what real love looked like. That's why I couldn't give you the time and attention you deserve