#MotherIssues

[anja-delrey]

[kukutuk]

Whaaaa another motherissue fav character how could theis happeeeen

[abbyslev]

Your so real I can’t when older women start getting all sweet and motherly…YOUR GONNA END ME. #motherissues

no because the way when any older woman talks to me and we form some sort of bond i immediately get attached and i cant let them go it’s so bad like i just want someone who has a mothers love that will accept me for who i am😭😭😭

[n4tal3in]

Motherissues 😍

is this not boygenius?

[luchicm04]

Night snow👩‍🧑‍👧🗣️

This movie was like an emotion rollercoaster. At the beginning I wanted to be on Christine's side as the teen daughter who always fights with her mom, but between her vanity and the mother's own criticism, I've come to realize there is no right side.

Creation date: 07/07/25

(Full Gallery Here)

[drameetaggarwal]

Transforming Your Patterns: Release Your Mother's Burdens

Join us as we explore how to recognize and transform the burdens we’ve inherited from our mothers. Discover how to acknowledge these patterns and empower yourself by releasing them for a healthier, more fulfilling life. Let love guide your journey towards healing. #HealingJourney #SelfAwareness #EmotionalFreedom #MotherIssues #TransformYourLife #PersonalGrowth #BurdenRelease #FamilyDynamics…

[myojogalactica]

why is it always against me #motherissues #firstdaughther

[redheadedm4ni4c]

Leo’s First Show Up..

Ft: Leona, My Mom, Younger Me

#Leona #DID #PastSelf #MotherIssues #GachaClub

[littlehomelesspeopleihavenoideay]

Yo ya quisiera a mi baby pero right back and here with my arms my little homeless arms because I literally have no idea where she is and if she's free or if she's with hambre or with whatever she is going on with and everytime I'm asking she's literally just like every other hombre...what about me?joking? What about you? You crazy? Go ask Patrick Kane? #motherissues #patrickkane #makethispostfamousforme #psdtmymothersnameisCarmenConstantinaMizis and she's not supposed to be super good with dogs because then her husband doesn't make her Happy

[gametracker]

#motherissues or whatever

I always hated weekends and holidays. It meant I had to be at home with my mom

[abudhabby29-blog]

Only Child

Nobody talks about the only child.

The child that is assumed to be spoiled

The child is assumed to be loved by their parents.

Yes, there is no lie that sometimes you are spoiled and you are loved.

Yet you are carrying the weight of an eldest and youngest child.

That you must not speak against them so the house you live in could be liveable and bearable

That you are the punching bag for their anger and stress that they cannot communicate with others or each other.

That you carry the trauma that they have passed on to you from their childhood.

You try to be strong but sometimes you just want to curl up and let someone carry the weight

[madihasheikh]

"What is a home if not the first place you learn to run from"

~Courtney Love Prays to Oregon, Clementine von Radics

[themiddlelayer]

The People I Came From

I was ‘raised’ by people with one foot in the grave and one on a banana peel.

I vividly remember hearing over and over how ‘Uncle Sam’ was going to pay for grandpa’s funeral because he helped build the pipeline in Alaska.

The irony? There have never been any funerals.

Not for my grandfather whose Alzheimer’s had him wandering off and having long conversations with dead relatives before lung cancer waltzed in and took him out.

Not for my grandma who grew up a ‘rich Oakie because they had 2 mattresses,’ picked cotton in the fields, turning her skin into papery wrinkles in her late forties. The family ‘upgraded’ from the silver Twinkie by the river into the double-wide in a park in town because of 2 of my grandma’s car accidents. A police officer hit her and driving away from the courthouse, another one rear-ended her.

I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried.

Not for my father who spent most of my life drunk or high, hiding from me- the reminder of my mother that he couldn’t face. The woman who broke his heart that he never got over.

My father got custody of me and my younger brother in the divorce, so that’s where I was raised- in a house with my brother and father with his parents as the backup babysitters for the times we couldn’t be home alone.

I was raised in a house where, by the time I hit puberty, I knew I didn’t belong. I wasn’t one of them. I was like my mother. “A champagne appetite on a beer budget, riding my high horse” all over the little 2-bedroom condo where we lived. My father’s bedroom was the garage.

When finally left and I moved in with my mother at 16, it became apparent quickly that our similarities were so much that she saw me not as a child that needed to be parented, but as an equal. An adult.

Someone that she didn’t need to protect from anything- not her lecherous husband who kissed his grown daughters on the mouth and talked about our breasts at the dinner table. Not the patients at the rehab center they ran where I was a staff member- the grown men whose beds I eagerly hopped in and out of under their roof.

Not her best friend who was threatening to kick my ass. She was the girlfriend of the staff member with who I was involved for several months. Her 31-year old boyfriend was 3 days out of San Quentin when we met. It took less than 2 weeks before we were exchanging passing gropes in dark hallways and love letters, carelessly discarded where my mother found one.

Funny story- I’m Facebook friends with Mr. SQ and he’s popped up over the years. The last time we talked, I mentioned how young I was when we were together.

He remembered that I was young- too young to be sitting in a bar in the Haight with him, too young to be walking down Ashbury looking to score meth, too young to be talking about running away to Europe together. Too young to be the one comforting him in secret when his girlfriend miscarried their son.

He didn’t realize I was that young. He was shocked when I told him that I was only 16 when we were having those adventures together. Then he asked how I knew what I was doing. Then he apologized. Then I gave him the link to Twitter for my alter ego- a creator of BDSM leaning adult content.

For all our similarities, I had to unfriend and block my mother earlier this year. Between her dismissive anti-feminist comments during all of the ‘me too’ posts to her anti-vax stance during the pandemic and all the insanity in between, I just couldn’t do it anymore.

When I tried to talk to her about I’d spent my entire childhood being told how ‘smart’ and ‘mature’ I was for my age rather than being parented, she replied that I was always the one teaching her things.

More proof in her mind that when, at 3 years old I looked up at her, hands on my little hips, and scolded, “When I was your mommy that’s not how we did it!” it was the truth. She managed to make that my reality, despite not being my custodial parent.

My mother was just released from the hospital where she was battling COVID.

She had been there a few days before my brother finally tracked her down. She was so disoriented that the nurse asked him to verify that she has 2 children and where she lived.

I had a video chat with last week her where she paused between each word to take jagged breaths as she described her lunch- seemingly the most amazing cheeseburger she’d ever had. She’d been calling friends to tell them it had been “swell” and that she didn’t think she was going to make it.

Now, she’s in a rehab facility somewhere near my brother in Utah. She didn’t tell him she was getting out of the hospital or where she went.

He still seems to think that the stories about ICUs running out of beds are just media propaganda. He also had COVID last month, right after his wife had surgery. He went to work as a Walmart manager for a full week, thinking he had a cold before he lost his sense of smell.

These are the people I came from.

One foot in the grave, one foot on a banana peel. And no matter how hard I fight it, I feel myself slipping.

Work, couch, bed, repeat- the hamster wheel life of the pandemic.

[at-hailey]

I love my mother I do but what right does she have to say she raised me when my first memory of her is her telling my I can't see her that weekend. How can she say she raised me when she wasn't the one to kiss my bruises when I was hurt. How can she say I was a difficult toddler when she only every saw one tantrum out of my many tantrums. How can she say she loves me so much yet chooses not to see me? She fucked up when I was young for years she could have fixed it, now that I've finaly stopped giving a shit she tries to fix it. How is that fair? How can I look at her without remembering my step father yelling at 5 year old me for making my mom feel bad when all I did was cry because I missed my mommy? How can I look at her when I still remember hyperventilating in the back seat as both of them yelling at me for simply telling my mom a girl thing that I didnt want my step father to know about? How can i look at her without remembering 4 year old me calling the person who feed me, changed me, sung me to sleep, and cared for me mom and her yelling at me for it till my lungs couldn't suck in any air? Why do I still love her? How is this fair?

[drameetaggarwal]

Transforming Your Patterns: Release Your Mother's Burdens

Join us as we explore how to recognize and transform the burdens we’ve inherited from our mothers. Discover how to acknowledge these patterns and empower yourself by releasing them for a healthier, more fulfilling life. Let love guide your journey towards healing. #HealingJourney #SelfAwareness #EmotionalFreedom #MotherIssues #TransformYourLife #PersonalGrowth #BurdenRelease #FamilyDynamics…

[tentangtenang]

Apakah Kamu Punya Luka Pengasuhan Karena Ibu?

Hubungan antara anak dan ibu boleh jadi merupakan hubungan yang paling unik diantara hubungan-hubungan lain yang ada di dunia. Ibu, sebagai orang yang melahirkan kita ke dunia adalah orang yang secara mendalam kita sayangi. Namun demikian, luka paling dalam juga sangat mungkin terjadi karena kita merasa terluka oleh beliau atau juga sebaliknya.

Idealnya, anak memiliki hubungan yang baik dengan ibu sehingga ibu menjadi satu-satunya orang terpenting di dunia, yang cintanya dicari, yang lukanya dihindari, dan yang kebahagiaannya menjadi semangat kita dalam menjalani hari-hari.

Tapi, kenyataan yang ada tidak selalu berbicara demikian. Ada anak-anak yang memiliki hubungan yang cukup rumit dan tidak ideal dengan ibunya. Alih-alih mencintainya sepenuh jiwa, ia bahkan merasa tidak memiliki alasan untuk mencintai dan membanggakan ibunya. Ada pula yang kebingungan bagaimana caranya untuk dapat menjalin hubungan yang baik, lekat, dan dekat dengan ibu. Tidak hanya itu, ada juga yang masih menyimpan dendam atau kebencian kepada ibu atas luka-luka pengasuhan yang pernah terjadi. Kitakah itu? Bagaimana bisa kita berdamai dan menyelesaikan itu semua.

Yuk, diskusi di kelas Heal Yourself periode Desember ini dengan tema Heal Your Mother Issues bersama @gorgeouspipi pada tanggal 13 Desember 2019 nanti. Untuk pendaftaran, silakan melalui http://bit.ly/healyourmotherissue