Understanding The Borderline Mother Novels & Stories

So I tried to encourage my mother to go faster. “Come on mom. We didn’t come this far to get caught now. We are not going back to that son of a bitch.” I demanded. “Savannah. Leave me. You’re the one that he wants. He doesn’t care about me.” Mom said. “No. But he’ll still kill you.” I said. I saw the border up ahead of us and I knew that once we crossed it, the wolves following us wouldn’t be able to follow after that. They aren’t allowed on another pack territory without permission.

He smiled. I nodded and half smiled as he opened the door to one of the smaller carriages and let us climb in. As we sat in the carriage, I noticed that some of the soldiers walked on foot. They had made a wall around the entourage. As the carriages drove into the night and I watched the borders of Alkarod disappear into the night, I felt a mix of emotions. I was torn between pain, relief, anger, peace and a troubled mind. Mother was behind those borders, all alone in Alkarod. I feared for her knowing she struggled to befriend anyone because of her peculiarities. It was hard to find anyone who’d be as patient as anyone outside our family to try to understand her.

Was that why he was so furious? Her fingers trembled as she reached for her phone, wanting to place a call to her mother but she couldn't find the courage to do so. She needed comfort from someone, she needed support and someone who can stand by her at a vulnerable time like this. And that person was no one else but her mother. Her mom knew about her involvement in Scarlett’s abduction. She knew she was the mastermind behind it. She'd always been supporting her actions and her plans just to see her happy. Her mom had always spoiled her right from childhood. She'd threaten anyone who dared to correct her daughter. She's never raised her hand on her before or yelled at her face. Whenever Jasmi

“ I can’t be a mother because I don’t know how to be a mother. I’m afraid, That all the things that I learned from my mother are wrong. And the things that I know will bring harm to that child” Bryan just stared at Giselle, He knows where she is coming from. He knows her mother because they grew up together in a brothel. And Bryan knows that the mother of Giselle is not that kind of person who is suitable to be a mother. After all the things that he witnessed while they were growing up. But Giselle is different from her mother and Bryan knew that. Bryan believes that Giselle can be a good mother to her children. “ But you are not her Giselle”

Something softened inside me immediately. I picked up. “Hi, Mom.” Her voice came warm and gentle through the speaker. “Sweetheart,” she said softly. “How are you holding up?” I looked at the laptop screen, at the endless documents, at the clock. “I’m fine,” I said. Silence followed—the kind that quietly said, I know you are lying, but I will not force you to say it. My mother had always been good at that, better than anyone. She understood boundaries in a way very few people did. She knew when to ask, and she knew when simply being present mattered more.

“Everything you did for me was never out of love as a mother, but only to make up for your guilt and because you are possessive to the point of madness. “This whole time, your protection was all about control. Your nurturing is all about manipulation. “You treated me like I was a project of yours. You couldn’t handle any flaws in me, and couldn't stomach the thought of me escaping your control. “In my past life, when I fell in love with a boy that you considered imperfect, you killed him without hesitation, then you killed me too. “I am not a replacement for Astrid. Nor am I your beloved daughter. “I am only a prisoner whom you used to satisfy your desires for control.” Everything I said cut

The border was sacred—crossing it uninvited meant war. We were free. I didn’t know where we were. The forest here was denser, the shadows more threatening. I didn’t know whether this was the territory of the Brown Stone pack or still no man’s land, nor what the wolves here might do to a half-blood intruder. I didn’t care. My mother lay on the ground, her eyes closed. Her face looked peaceful in the moonlight, as if she were merely sleeping, though I knew it was exhaustion and faintness that had stolen her strength. I dragged myself beside her and wrapped my left arm around her waist.

I had not known my mother’s cabin had been close because her soul could not bear to be farther from her mate. Now I knew. And knowing made leaving hurt more. My mother’s hand rested on my back. She did not rush me. My father did not push me away. No one told me to be brave because sometimes bravery was not the first step. Sometimes it was simply not falling apart while everyone watched. The air at the border shimmered in front of us. Thin. Silver. Almost gentle. It did not look like something that had separated lives for twenty-one years. It did not look like something that had kept my father on one side and my mother on the other. It did not look like something that had kept me from knowing

he began softly, “so does your mother. No one loves you more than your mother. She protects Layla so much because she feels guilty for not being able to protect you. She just needs to hear that it’s not her fault. Forgive her. I know she neglected you but all the emotions she had after losing you were focused on Layla. She couldn’t bear to lose another child. I’m sorry for her behavior, but know that she loves you.” I was too stunned to speak. The way Luna treated me was unfair but it was starting to make sense. However, what he was saying and every encounter I had with her, clashed. I blinked, unsure of what to say or feel. It was all too much. I was starting to understand but I needed time

I said, setting down my glass. Mom caught my wrist. “Let them sort it out. Men like them need to establish boundaries.” “This isn’t about territory,” I argued. Mom gave me a pitying look. “It’s always about territory.”