Understanding The Borderline Mother Novels & Stories

Lidya was surprised, and she and Bryan looked at each other. "You don't have to worry, Mom. Even though you're not my real mother, I consider you my real mother. I will never recognize another woman as my mother. For more than twenty years you have lovingly cared for me and raised me and I can feel your sincere love." Patricia paused her sentence for a moment, taking a deep breath. "I don't want another mother. You're the only one I want." Hearing this touched Lidya's heart. She did not expect Patricia to behave like this towards her. She thought that if Patricia knew the truth, the boy would hate her and find out who her real mother was, but she was wrong.

"As someone who's dealt with what he put me through, I can easily say boundaries are important. At least that's what I'm learning and if your boundary had to be you couldn't take care of me then so be it." Harley gets up from her desk. "That's not right, Bishop. A mother should put her child first." I argue. "A mother should protect herself in order to protect her child." "I did neither," Mom interrupts. "I let you live your life in a state of fear and desperation. I want you to know something." "I'm all ears." I put my hands out to the side in a motion of surrender. "I'm leaving," she announces. "That's why I came here to see you one last time. I know you won't let me be in their life." She

Then like a light bulb went off in his head, he stopped and faced his mother, "mom I think that old prophetess stole my bracelet." The look he got from his mother was that of disappointment and concern, "this behaviour because I asked you too see a prophetess?! Haba Idris. You're accusing an innocent woman. I raised you better than this. Now go to bed, tomorrow we have to see the pastor before your flight." She slammed his door and left. Idris sat on his bed, his face in between his palm. That bracelet was all he had of the only man who was the closest thing to a father to him. He felt incomplete and unsettled without it and he hoped when he checked his mom's car tomorrow it would be there.

"You're lying, Ms. Lamont. You're not our mommy." Ivana sneered cruelly, "I'm not lying to you. Yara never gave birth to you. That's why you naturally hate her." Hearing that, Cheryl shoved Ivana in anger. "You're talking nonsense! Even if Mommy is annoying, how could she not be our mother?" Ivana froze. She hadn't expected this reaction after Cheryl learned the truth. Lucas quickly comforted her, saying, "Ms. Lamont, even though you're not our mommy, Cheryl and I still like you."

Because suddenly everything made sense. The shadows. The presence. The voice. “You mean those things,” she said quietly. “The ones in the chamber.” Celine nodded once. “They are not invaders in the way you think. They exist parallel to us. But your mother…” she paused briefly, “…she was the one who kept that boundary intact.” Amber’s breathing slowed. Not calmer. Heavier. “And now that boundary is breaking,” she said. “Yes.” The confirmation was immediate. Unavoidable.

Frank sighed, “Sonia, you’ve always been the strong one. Why lose hope now?” “Who did I offend?” She whispered bitterly. “Don’t do this to yourself,” Frank pleaded. “Why wouldn’t I? She burst out, her voice cracking. “I saw the joy on Rose’s face tonight. Don’t you think I want the same? Am I ever going to be a mother?” “Don’t pressure yourself, Frank said gently. You’ve been like a mother to Tyler. You’ve helped raise him.” “Tyler is not mine, Frank! Don’t you get it?” She snapped. “I love T, but he’s not my child.”

Bringing his mother in this conversation or ever was a bottom line for him and not in a good way. His mother was a literal example of victimizing herself, she will put herself on the high pedestal as if she was better than anyone else, try to bit off more than she could chew and when she failed - she would make herself, a victim. She was cantankerous, bitchy and a social butterfly who liked her kitty parties more than she liked her kids. He didn’t even remember her face now because she appeared in his life a lot less than a known passerby.

With his hand still holding mine firmly, he faced his mother defiantly, “It’s a mate bond, mother. I don’t have to mean it. You just have to open your eyes and see it.” I’ve never seen Luna Trisha so distraught. I never even thought she was capable of any other feeling other than the one every one of us has come to know but I witnessed it first in that hall and now this. I guess nothing changes the fact that she is a mother. Not even how she has brutally treated other children of other people.

Something about his touch was disarming to me. I couldn't believ that I was letting him touch me in the way he was, not after I had promised myself that this was not what I wanted fom myself. Not after I watched my mother being abused by my father and yet she had always stayed with him and wthout hestation given him all of herself to him, why was I falling into the same trap that she had fallen into? i had watched my mother die because of a mate bond notonly on the day that my father killed her but onevery single occasion he either belittled her, or when he beat her up. i didn't want that for myself.

The way I was holding onto my pride while everything crumbled made his expression soften. "Thank you. And... I’m sorry for how my mother is acting." "Why apologize for her? It’s the instinct of a Matriarch to vet her son’s mate. She’s doing it because you’re her kin. I understand the pressure." As a scholar and a mentor, he’d dealt with enough pack elders to recognize a territorial defense when he saw one. I bit my lip, unable to explain the jagged, twisted reality of our family dynamic—or my mother’s pathological need for total dominance.