Sleepy Bee

My mother went through my journals when I was a teenager and made me throw them out if they were too “dark”. I was depressed and growing up in an abusive home, of course my journals weren’t going to be happy! And she kept telling me how disgusting they were if I wrote anything pro-lgbt.

So I started venting online, and because I was venting to strangers my mother literally tried to strangle me to death because she would rather have a dead child than one who talked to people online. She went through all of my personal writing and stalked me online just to pick apart my brain, berating me for my personal posts on social media multiple times, even into my college years, and made me feel like I couldn’t express myself anywhere. I subconsciously blocked myself from being able to write anything, and I could no longer write stories, even though for my whole life before I was so passionate about them.

Think it’s okay to beat kids

Financially manipulate their kids

Think yelling or screaming at their kids is the only way to get their kids to listen to them

Violate their children’s privacy

Believe children are property and not people

Never give their children autonomy or respect their decisions

Force their kids to stop talking to their friends because they don’t like them

Tell their kids that they’re a pariah and need to be more like them to be liked

Refuse to be kind to their kids because they don’t want to be “soft”

And all apologists for these parents.

Fuck you.

“She did her best to raise you!” No she fucking didn’t! She fed clothed and housed me but she took all my money, she beat me and screamed at me for talking back or having the gall to leave the room without her permission, she fucking tried to kill me for using the internet in high school! THE BAR IS IN FUCKING HELL!

Me: I'm stressed af and I need to rest

My mother: I don't believe you what are you hiding

Me: ?????

My mother: you know you look like you're an addict about to have a nervous breakdown

Me: because I am STRESSED AND NEED TO BE ALONE

*Later, in my room*

My mother, coming in my room and refusing to leave: tell me what's wrong with you

Trigger warnings: mention of past suicidal thoughts, depression, emotionally immature parents, destiny swapping

Literally my mother got so angry with me for signing into my phone account (I'm almost 29 y'all) and cut off my access to my account so I couldn't see how much things were costing, and then screamed at me about how dare I make changes without asking her and I was like "you know what, I'm sorry, you're absolutely right and I had no business trying to look at my phone information 🥺 I'll never do it again, sorry" and she's like "it's okay, we learned to do better, right?" And I'm like, "yes, you're right." And shes like "good, thank you." And walks away calmly