Mother’s Day is supposed to be about appreciation
right?
Cards
flowers
phone calls
happy families pretending love was always easy
That’s what everybody says anyway
But what happens
when the person who was supposed to protect you
became the first person to break you instead?
What happens when “home”
was never safe enough
to miss?
I tried appreciating her
I really did
I tried ignoring the yelling
the cold looks
the feeling that I was unwanted
inside the very place
I was supposed to grow in
I kept hoping
maybe if I behaved better
got quieter
hurt less loudly
she’d finally look at me
like I mattered
But some people only know how to love
when it’s convenient for them
And that realization
cuts deeper than anger ever could
Because a child will blame themselves for abandonment
long before they blame the parent
So every time she walked away emotionally
I convinced myself
I deserved it somehow
That maybe I was too difficult
too broken
too much
And eventually
those thoughts stop sounding temporary
They start sounding like truth
Mother’s Day arrives
and suddenly everyone’s posting pictures
smiling beside women
who made them feel safe
Meanwhile I’m sitting here
trying to figure out
why somebody could create a life
then leave it emotionally starving
People say
“but she’s still your mother”
And maybe biologically
that’s true
But titles don’t erase damage
A mother is supposed to nurture
protect
guide
love
Not make their child feel like surviving them
became a personality trait
Still…
Somewhere deep down
there’s a part of me
that wishes things were different
A younger version of me
still waiting at the door
hoping she comes back kinder this time
And maybe that’s the saddest part of all
No matter how much pain someone causes
a child never fully stops wanting their parent’s love
Even after everything
—
xx10m 🖤🥀🌧️
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 9:40 AM UTC
Mother’s Day is supposed to be about appreciation
right?
Cards
flowers
phone calls
happy families pretending love was always easy
That’s what everybody says anyway
But what happens
when the person who was supposed to protect you
became the first person to break you instead?
What happens when “home”
was never safe enough
to miss?
I tried appreciating her
I really did
I tried ignoring the yelling
the cold looks
the feeling that I was unwanted
inside the very place
I was supposed to grow in
I kept hoping
maybe if I behaved better
got quieter
hurt less loudly
she’d finally look at me
like I mattered
But some people only know how to love
when it’s convenient for them
And that realization
cuts deeper than anger ever could
Because a child will blame themselves for abandonment
long before they blame the parent
So every time she walked away emotionally
I convinced myself
I deserved it somehow
That maybe I was too difficult
too broken
too much
And eventually
those thoughts stop sounding temporary
They start sounding like truth
Mother’s Day arrives
and suddenly everyone’s posting pictures
smiling beside women
who made them feel safe
Meanwhile I’m sitting here
trying to figure out
why somebody could create a life
then leave it emotionally starving
People say
“but she’s still your mother”
And maybe biologically
that’s true
But titles don’t erase damage
A mother is supposed to nurture
protect
guide
love
Not make their child feel like surviving them
became a personality trait
Still…
Somewhere deep down
there’s a part of me
that wishes things were different
A younger version of me
still waiting at the door
hoping she comes back kinder this time
And maybe that’s the saddest part of all
No matter how much pain someone causes
a child never fully stops wanting their parent’s love
Even after everything
—
xx10m 🖤🥀🌧️
“Some scars don’t come from enemies…
they come from the people you were taught to trust first.” — xx10m
