Understanding The Borderline Mother Novels & Stories

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

"Mother Cathrina, how have you been? I'm so sorry for not coming sooner. So many things happened over the years that I couldn't find the time to drop by." Mother Cathrina shook her head softly. "No need to feel terrible, Corinne. It's only natural for you to leave this place since you're not ordained as a nun. It has always been my hope for you to live happily outside instead of worrying about us here." Since Corinne lost her mother at a young age, she was especially appreciative of the mother figure role Mother Cathrina played during her years of growing up despite Mother Cathrina being a nun. While she did care for Corinne deeply, she still made sure to keep a firm boundary between the tw

"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 can blend into the trees so well, that I’m sure Colt probably thought he was just seeing things and brushed it off. I knew I couldn’t ignore my mother’s pleading mind-links for too long. I took a deep breath and sighed out loud as I thought to myself, So much for time to myself. Mom never let me be gone TOO long. This was just her latest way of rushing me back. ‘I'm on my way back. I just finished walking the borders to check the rocks.’ Dreamily, I took one more drooling glance at the men in the distance that I could always only ever admire from afar, but never touch up close.

Then he turned to me. And finally, the outburst I had been waiting for. “Stay away from them.” His voice was low but furious. “If you won’t even try to be caring, if you can’t give them a semblance of motherliness, then don’t see them at all. No one is forcing you to..” I blinked. “I don’t see the problem.” His disbelief was immediate. “They just survived months of captivity,” he snapped. “Their mother is acting differently, pushing them, demanding things they don’t understand. You’re reenacting their trauma.”

Deep down, he knows. His mother was no savior to him, no warm embrace of comfort and love. She was selfish, a woman utterly consumed by her obsession with her chosen mate—his father. The scent of rose and Tempranillo still reminds me of her, but instead of calm, it brings a chill, like the ghosts of memories best left buried. She wasn’t a mother to her children, nor a Luna to the pack. She existed solely as a wife to a man who didn’t even love her back.

"W-why?" Yao Tai frowned when he heard a voice right in his head. It was a language he didn't recognize but he could still understand as the skeleton was speaking directly to his mind. . . . The matter in this way may or may not affect you. Since I myself am now an orphan this rule should not affect me, but nevertheless it does, it is strange. I grew up with two very important shortcomings: an absent father and a difficult mother. I have siblings who had the same experience. However, each of us dealt with differently, and I found it easier to overlook what my mother had done once she had children and realized how difficult the task had been. I also realized then that some people play their r

] Big N: [Does your mother really have depression? E: [Do you think I'll curse my mother?] His mother had depression when he was terribly sick. Big N: [Okay then! Seeing how pretty she is and how nice she looks when she smiles, I really won't know that your mother has depression.] E: [Your mother is a truly spirited person too. I didn't notice that she has high blood pressure as well.] Big N: [Bro, it's pointless arguing. Can we find a way to settle this problem?]