Toxic Parents Novels & Stories

By now, she would have been crying, but at this point, she had come to terms with worse truths, so this one was just as bad as them. “All my life I always wondered where it all went wrong,” she muttered. “I always wondered why nothing ever seemed to work for me and why I always got stuck with toxic people. No wonder Jonah never respected me. How could he, when he knew my own father was a sellout. Now I know why. You both ruined me. My own parents were horrible people.” “Hey, don’t say that about your father,” her mother interjected. “We love you, Charlie. Cut us some slack. We risked getting arrested just to come back here and reconnect with you. We didn’t even accept the money from Laura to

Our parents were rotten to the core; they didn’t love us, they groomed us to be them. Luckily for us, we broke that cycle and we continue to break it daily.

What kind of bullshit is this? Why is she even here in Boston? Did she literally had a two-hour drive to go to a damn mall? I made sure my parents wouldn't know that I was back here. I don't want to see any of them. The hatred I have for both of them is far too deep. Parents are the ones who are supposed to protect you from monsters but in my case, unfortunately, they offered me to the monsters. They could have just aborted me if they cannot afford to raise a child. That is much better than making me experience all this. All this trauma. Being treated like a glory hole for men who only think with their dicks. Being treated like a slave so that they would exhibit a sense of superiority among

“I haven’t seen my parents in the last five years, and to be honest, I would be just fine if I never see them again. We talked maybe a handful of times in all those years, for Christmases and birthdays... and those phone calls never lasted long. A couple of courtesy words between strangers...cause that’s what they are to me. And now they are here and demand to have lunch? I know they want something from me. I just don’t know what!” She walked into the bathroom and wetted cloth to clean the traces of makeup from her face. By now, that whiskey started to do its job, and she was feeling a little better. “You don’t know them, so you can’t understand, but ... they were the worst parents a person

________________________ . . . Why do I feel hurt? I wanted to get away from him as soon as possible anyway. What is wrong with me? This is what happens when you have hopelessly in love with a man for nine years. Listen here, two of you. I thought as I pressed both my palms to my flat underbelly. Never fall for useless pieces of shit like your Dad. And don't become a hopeless piece of shit like your mother. I felt really bad just thinking it. Just imagine how bad the situation has to be for a parent to wish that their children did not turn out like either of their parents.

I started to feel that Nick is in a very complicated situation. When your battle is within the family-especially your parents, you can't do anything except to just follow them. That is one of the toxic culture which is very common in this country. I am thankful that my mom never thought of having kids anymore so I considered myself lucky. I listened more as Nick continued sharing his life story.

she said, her tone gentle but firm. I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “Please do. Because I really, really don’t understand.” She nodded slowly, as if confirming a sad truth to herself. “Both of my children—Mark and Lena—are toxic,” she stated, plain as day. There was no malice, just a simple, brutal declaration. “I love them with all my heart, but they are toxic. And you?” She reached over and tapped my hand lightly. “You deserve better. You are a quiet, gentle girl. I see it in your eyes.”

“Well, I come from a home too broken to be called home. It was more like—how do I put it—a building, where several people lived but no one ever connected. My parents—my birth parents—had nothing in common. They were two completely different people brought together by the expectations of their elders rather than their own needs. They never looked eye to eye. I would go as far as to believe they even slept in different rooms. My father had at least a dozen mistresses, and my mother was too exhausted and frustrated to ever take a lover. She hated men—the powerful ones, at least—and wanted nothing more than to run the family business herself. But of course, the patriarchy that ran too deep in ou

"This shows us not to hand out compassion blindly. Look what happened. An entire family was destroyed." "Am I the only one who feels sorry for the husband? He was sick, but his wife wouldn't give him money for treatment. She even took a fugitive on a trip through the Western Continent, and in the end, he couldn't even keep the money for his cemetery plot." "That woman's death was quite satisfying too, that's what I say! Her toxic compassion killed her husband. She deserved it." On the day Wyatt was sentenced to death, a friend came to my grave with a bouquet of flowers and told me the news.

It can't be true; something is wrong. Why would they hurt me like that? My own family is against me; my own mother poisoned my wife and kidnapped my kids with the help of my father. I know that they did not approve of my relationship with Gina, but I didn't imagine that they could hurt my family like that. Oh my goddess, my parents are heartless monsters; the loving parents I have known my entire childhood and teenage years are wolves in sheep's clothes. I feel on my knees; tears of sorrow and disappointment stream down my face.