Understanding The Borderline Mother Novels & Stories

She didn't want to do anything or argue. Leyi didn't expect that her mother would be so difficult to deal with. She could have been fooled by him in the past, but now all her efforts were ruined by a video online. Haha, the mother of Vicdor Blake was indeed a fence sitter. She didn't really believe her at all.

He was just thankful that his mother was brave enough to stand against that heavy storm and finally made her way back on his arms alive an He didn't want to cross his mother's boundaries for talking too much about her past miseries. The important key points had been revealed and there's nothing more important than hearing those words. Though he was hurting, he speculated that his mother was more than enough hurting than him. Being bullied and tortured endlessly for two decades with different men in different countries at a time was unacceptable on most women's parts. He was just thankful that his mother was brave enough to stand against that heavy storm and finally made her way back on his a

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.”

Something you deployed or withheld depending on what the moment required. My mother was a woman who moved through the world the way water moves through a cracked foundation — finding every gap, filling every space, becoming whatever shape the container required. She was not a bad person. She was a person who had been poor for a very long time and had developed a specific set of skills to address that problem. She called it being resourceful. I called it watching her become five different women in a single afternoon depending on who she needed something from.

I look between them, thanking the omega as she places my tea in front of me. “It is a working theory, but nothing we can prove. This is the first time we have been directly affected by the fighting, but there must be a reason it keeps happening so close to our borders.” “What else are we doing about this?” I ask, knowing I am not going to like the answer. “First thing’s first you and your mother will be given extra protection…” “Dear…” “What about you?” I yell, cutting off my mother. She is better a schooling her temper than I am. She’s a Luna, it’s in her nature to keep the peace with a cool head. I definitely got the Alpha rage temper.

Mother was a doctor in the hospital and was busy traveling to the smaller Packs near the Vampire border, helping to fix up their Warriors after several recent border disputes. A trickle of warmth spread through me seeing them all in the same room as me, and when all their eyes turned to me, it grew a little bit more. However, the glares they shot me smothered it instantly. Someone had said something to me and I missed it. “Are you going to answer your Alpha, slave,” father roared at me, walked over and striking me across the cheek. My mouth gaped open all on it’s own, he’d never hit me before. Before I could blink, Mother was on me.

We ate. We talked, small, about safe things. My dance classes, college. The twins’ semester. The weather. No grand declarations. No hugs. But when coffee was poured and plates cleared, Mom looked at Camilla. “I’m not your enemy,” she said quietly. “I never was. I was just… gone. And you filled the space. Badly, sometimes. But you filled it.” Camilla nodded. “I know.” “If you’re serious about staying on the edges,” Mom said, “then the edges are open. But only if you respect them.”

“Danger from what?” Her mother sighed softly. “From people who fear what they don’t understand.” My jaw tightened. “She needs to know what she is,” I said. “She will,” her mother replied smoothly. “In time.” “Why not now?” “Because she isn’t ready.” Bri’s voice shook. “Ready for what?” Her mother stepped closer until she was only a few feet away. “For power,” she said softly. The word seemed to echo unnaturally. “For legacy and for truth.”

“It’s been fenced for two seasons and barely tended.” The air tightened, not sharply. Just enough. Before, that statement might have been swallowed. Now, It was examined. The father nodded slowly. “You’re right.” The mother added, “We thought we’d expand. We didn’t.” They chose not to renew the full boundary. They reduced it. No conflict. No defensiveness. Adjustment. Lily stood at the perimeter of the circle, feeling something heavier than pride. Power. Not hers. Theirs. And it was quiet.

Mother started to act differently, there were days when I questioned who she truly was. The caring, devoted mother she was when I was crippled, began to seem like a facade. In my wildest imaginings, I feared that she might be possessed. She would switch from the mother I knew to a dark twisted person within minutes. She was sweet as pie, unless I tested her boundaries then, a raging bitch would appear like a dangerous storm.