Understanding The Borderline Mother Novels & Stories

"Of what specifically? Of the Tribunal finding you, or of..." "Of being someone's mother," I say. "Of a child needing things from me that I don't know how to give. My reference points for motherhood are: a woman I never knew, who died before I could remember her face, and a man who wasn't my father in any way that counted." I pause. "That's not exactly a healthy blueprint." "No," Elena agrees. "But you also have Dante." "Dante's reference points aren't much better," I point out. "His father was brutal. He lost his mother young. We're basically two people who grew up learning all the wrong lessons trying to figure out how to teach the right ones."

“And you? Why are you here? You and your daughter got what you wanted, had your ranks changed and everything went according to plan, or did she forget to mention anything else?” My mother shook her head as though she had suddenly become mute. “Then what do you want?!” Zain yelled, making both of us take a step back. “I just wanted to see my daughter. Plus, I was tired of living in a house so close to the border. It’s really not safe for an old woman like me who just happens to be an omega and has lost her wolf as well, alpha. Th-that’s all I promise.” Now, I was the one to cross my arms over my chest and narrow my eyes.

Jenny's empathy offered a glimmer of solace amid the chaos that threatened to engulf us. Yet, even as I acknowledged the shades of gray that colored my mother's character, I couldn't shake the weight of her choices, the pain she had inflicted on those closest to me, especially Jenny. The wounds ran deep, leaving scars that marred the fabric of our relationships, a stark reminder of the havoc my mother had wreaked in her misguided quest for power and control.

His mother’s world was always ugly, dangerous, nothing nice. It’s so difficult for his mother to give him a compliment, “My son is very good”. Every time he achieved a goal, there would be a more difficult goal waiting for him to conquer. When he failed, his mother acted like the earth was broken. She did not beat and scold him, but tormented him by blaming herself for being "useless", sullen, and withered like a leaf, "not being able to do anything about taking care of the children." His dad will add fuel to the fire: "I'm bad because of my mother."

"Let me start from the beginning. When I was a child, I was close to my mother. We would do everything together. She was my best friend. But my father was a cruel man. He abused my mother. He would get drunk and beat on her when he got home. I would yell at him to stop. Beg him. But my mom told me it was okay and to go to my room. That everything will be okay in the morning. Of course, she never had bruises the next morning because she was a beta, and although betas heal slower than alphas, they do heal quite fast. "I always knew what was happening. From the screaming and my mom...my mom begging my father to stop, He never did. She couldn't ever get away. He was an alpha. He was stronger. Th

Like I said, it was always just me and my mom against this world, and I loved it that way. I’ve never been close to any man before. I never even gave them a chance to get close as I always made sure to put a clear distance between me and them. My mom would always try to convince me that one bad man doesn’t make them all bad, and that someday, I might meet someone whom my heart will not allow me to place any kind of distance between me and him. I used to tell her that that will never happen, and she would only smile mysteriously at me and stay silent.

Clad in high heels, she stumbled and slammed into the blackboard. "How dare you push me!" she shrieked. "Security! Where are the guards?" I took off my coat and wrapped it tightly around the shaking Ava. Seeing the bloody scratches on her legs hurt me so much that it felt like my heart was bleeding and dripping with blood. "The skirt's ruined, Mommy… Am I a bad girl?" she whimpered in a hoarse voice as she curled into my arms. "No. You're the best, Ava. They're the evil ones, and I'm going to make them pay."

"I don't know how to do this." "Do what?" "Stand up to her, she's always been like this. Growing up if I disagreed with her she'd..." He stopped. "She'd what?" "It doesn't matter." "It does matter because whatever she did to you as a child is still controlling you as an adult." He was quiet. "I'm not asking you to disown your mother," I said. "I'm asking you to set a boundary. To tell her that how she speaks to me isn't acceptable. But you can't even do that."

“I think I need to cut him off.” “I don’t mean that I don’t love him anymore. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving him because he’s my son. But maybe I need to stop chasing him. Stop trying to prove myself. Stop allowing him to come into my life whenever he needs something and leave me broken afterward.” Julian nodded. “That doesn’t make you a bad mother.” A tear slipped down my cheek. “It feels like it does.” “It doesn’t.” His voice was firm. “You don’t stop being his mother because you set a boundary.”

"Energy levels are at one hundred and twelve percent of structural capacity. If the excision continues, the Fringe will be erased." The Great Mother stood across the room, her shadow form flickering as the lighthouse beam began to strip away her layers of magic. She looked smaller now, a cornered animal realizing the trap was about to collapse on everyone. "Do it then, Healer!" she shrieked. "Burn the world! Show them the monster your grandmother truly built!" "Mommy, please," Leo said, reaching for my other hand. "We have them. We have the pictures." I looked at him, my head tilting in that rhythmic, mechanical way. "The term Mommy is an emotional identifier with no associated data in my cu