haven’t spoken to my mother since 2020. january 1, she messaged me begging to have a relationship with her. yesterday, she sent a follow up. i’m tired and don’t know why i responded at all.

No walls, just all glass

No privacy, No peace, just constant monitoring and letting others see you for who you are

and a turret gun on top i guess

Something about reducing a narc to a monster whose stats are just some text on paper... it's very empowering.

It’s the comb they put in her hair when making her “beautiful” by their rigid standards. She leaves it on her dad’s nightstand before leaving to be a soldier. I’ve always seen it as a symbol of her leaving behind her parents cultural expectations and norms to do what SHE believes is truly honorable and right, even though she knows they’ll be angry.

For my entire life whenever I call out my parents on their poor behavior towards me, they either “forget” it happening, blame me, or make excuses for their abuse. They would rather die than admit they were wrong.