Understanding The Borderline Mother Novels & Stories

She’s a fighter, a warrior and she’s probably holding on with everything in her to stop her from crumbling the way her mom did. They say femmes change when motherhood hits and maybe that’s true. Maybe she didn’t need to carry on to birth for the changes to take effect, because she became a mother the second that life existed. Just like maybe I’m softer, more compassionate and stronger in my need to care for my people of late, maybe that’s because I too have been touched by the maternal bond.

His mother had never once, in all his years, taken instantly to anyone outside blood — not old friends, not favored staff, certainly not strangers barely through the door. She judged lineage, breeding, the weight of a family name before she judged character, and had turned away far grander women than Amber with nothing more than a polite, dismissive nod. Watching her warm so quickly to this particular stranger struck Edward as nothing short of remarkable. A note of pleasant surprise threaded easily through his voice as he watched the exchange unfold between his mother and the girl. He gestured toward Amber with obvious excitement, clearly delighted to see his mother taking so readily to the

My mate. Several years ago, I met her. Not as a Vessel, not the way she is now. She was dainty and without a threat, she was pretty — still is, but she's different now. It's obvious she's been through so much in life, her eyes show pain and loss. It weighs heavily on my heart. She used to be just a girl. I found her on the edge of a border town, arguing with an old man over a spilled basket of herbs. She was fire and fury and too damn bright for the world she lived in.

Nora looked at the window. “I am not telling you what to do with that,” her mother said. “I am done telling you what to do. I am just saying that whatever this is, whatever you two are to each other and do not let the difficulty of the situation use up the good thing that is inside it.” She stood and smoothed her robe and looked at her daughter. “Do not let the crisis be bigger than what the crisis is happening around.” Nora stood and her mother looked at her and then crossed the small distance between them and pulled her into a hug. Not the managed warmth of a woman who needed something from the embrace. The real kind that gives without calculating what comes back.

"What? You expect me not to show up? You got what you wanted from me." My mother's grip tightened, a vice of bone and rage. "You insolent brat. I should have gotten rid of you instead." She shook me like a rag doll, venom dripping from each word. "You’re the reason why Kim hasn’t bonded with her wolf. You are the problem. You have always been the problem." With a final shove, my mother released me. I staggered back, clutching my wrist. My mother straightened, composure already restored behind a mask of indifferent calm. "I'm sending you to the border-restricted area. You will remain there until I give permission for you to return.."

"Everything happened very suddenly. There was no space to call." "I understand." She said it simply, without loading it with anything extra, and that was one of the things about my mother that I had loved since I was small enough to fit under her arm. She did not make you explain yourself twice. "But Blake. Never take steps like that again without telling me. The border is not a casual place. Things out there are not normal. Not right now." "I know." "Good." A brief pause and I could picture her exactly, sitting somewhere comfortable, one leg folded under her, holding her phone loosely the way she did. "And on another subject. Since you are getting closer to Aaran these days, I want to say s

Mom slowly sank to the floor, tears flowing silently. Disturbed by the noise, Andrew opened his bedroom door, a trace of annoyance in his voice. "Mom, can you keep it down? I'm in the middle of a game." As if finding an anchor, Mom scrambled up and grabbed Andrew's hand, weeping. "Andy, your father has had another woman on the side all these years. You have to stand up for me!" Andrew shrank back, pulling his hand away. "I think Dad has a point. As long as you pretend not to know anything, we can still live peacefully as a family."

“I didn’t even violate her boundaries.” “My mother operates from a place of fear. Please, don’t take this as a personal failure. She is just trying to protect her bloodline, even if her methods are misguided.” “She assessed me as a threat the moment she initiated visual contact.” “You can’t possibly allow that external opinion to affect your self-worth.” “There is no way I won’t continue to analyze that interaction in my head.” “Maybe I can overwrite that negative data with a more compelling physical stimulus?” I asked as I slowly took her hands in mine. I stroked my thumb over her knuckles.

Who focused on the road with her leg steady on the accelerator. Something isn't right Arlene Said to herself. She realised screaming and shouting at Barb wouldn’t change a thing. She behaved like a programmed robot who had malfunctioned. There were no signs of her being human anymore, like who would hit her husband and speed off without a care? She decided to take the wheel by trying to push her mum’s hands away from the steering, their father and husband was dying, he needed help and there she was running away from something she did. Barbs hand wouldn’t bulge; it became as strong and heavy as osmium.

This searing combination of unfading remorse and utter, ugly nakedness. “Fine.” She swallowed. Blinked back tears. “When I was, like, thirteen or something, I tried to get in contact with my dad. He’s… not a good person, and he’s obsessed with Mum, so if he’d found us, it would have been really, really dangerous for her.” Aiden looked genuinely flustered. “I didn’t mean for—you didn’t have to…” “And”—a weird little giggle clawed its way out of her throat—“he’s one of those borderline personality types, so probably he doesn’t give a fuck about me anyway.”