I Hate It So Much

i hate it so much

Thats the most relatable post ever.

God will really look at eldest daughters and think. Hmm. Your mother is going to be the cruellest woman you will ever have the misfortune of meeting. She will also be emotionally manipulative and so so hard to love. Unfortunately you will love her anyway because you see in her all that you could be one day. You will peek into her past and see the same weapons on her that hurt she hurt you with. You will want to run away from her every day. You will not survive a day without her. You will want to kill her sometimes. The mere thought of her dying will make it impossible for you to breathe. You will savour the way her mean words dig their fingers into the warm crevices of your heart because you're so so scared of the day she calls you down for dinner one last time. You will love her more than any man and she would leave you like she leaves them. This is your fate. It will kill you one day. You will never have it any other way. Accept your fate. Don't resist. Don't refuse. Don't argue. Calm down. Be a lady. Come down, dinner's ready.

'everyone who's anyone,' 2010 by hally mcgehean in multiple exposures: jewelry + photography - ursula ilse-neuman (2014)

Being my mother's daughter is like "I love you despite you tell me I'll never be a good mother. I love you despite you telling me you won't mourn me a day if I killed myself. I love you despite you saying I've already ruined my life. I love you even though you never stopped mocking me for my height. I love you even though my arms have wounds your words created. I love you even though you make me cry on my birthdays. I love you even though

you think you've broken the cycle but then you notice yourself scrolling Tumblr looking for posts relatable to share your trauma