Understanding The Borderline Mother Novels & Stories

I just can't deal with this right now. Perhaps I had made a mistake coming home. My mother had been very clear in setting boundaries with me. She loved me, and I knew it pained her to do it. But she had kept me at arm's length, not wishing to be involved with the pack, the pack house, the Alpha, or anything like that. I had never seen anyone who lacked ambition the way my mother did. She did not care that being close to the Alpha or his family could better our lives. She wanted no part in it at all. So I knew that, more than anyone, she did not deserve the type of life she was living with my father.

"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.

I glanced over at the park, thinking about June, I looked back at the woman currently standing in front of me, "Nice to meet you, Goodbye" I attempted to leave but she holds me back ”Now that isn't the way you talk to your mother that you haven't seen in 5years, Is it?" She holds back my arm and I glare at her "If you don't let go of me this minute, What exactly do you want mother?" I say and she smirks at me

“I’m saying that you don’t need to make up for what your mother didn’t give her little girl-you-by overcompensating with Victory. That doesn’t make you a better mother. A child needs a whole and healthy mother, someone separated from her to a certain degree. Otherwise, when she naturally starts to move away, she will feel as though she’s taking something from you. She’ll feel that you need her too much. It will cause her pain, guilt, impede her emotional development. Does that make sense to you?”

“My mother's parents were not even financially capable of taking care of her during her pregnancy. Their condition used to be extremely bad, but they still tried and as for my mother, that ra*cal broke her to the extent that she started hating the entire world around her. She started considering every person around her as her culprit. She started hating everyone. That venomously that b*stard hurt her,” A tear slipped down from her eyes as she finally understood why Winona had turned so cruel and ruthless. She was not born like this, but she was forced to become like this. Her pain, her difficulties, her trauma had numbed her heart and had turned her heartless for every single person around h

She turned—her face unreadable for a heartbeat, then her eyes softened. “I know,” she replied, motioning for me to step forward. “Tell me everything.” So I did. I laid out the signs of border tensions near the east, the unusual movements of lesser rogues that didn’t match the pattern of strays. Someone was guiding them. Quietly. Purposefully. And not just to stir chaos—they were testing boundaries. My mother nodded through it all, but I didn’t miss the way her fingers tapped the hilt of her blade beneath her cloak. “This isn’t random,” she murmured, “It’s a slow siege.”