u/Barbershop_Ragga

For the first time, she won’t be getting a hollow, obligatory “Happy Mother’s Day” from me. No call I had to force myself to make, no performance of a relationship that was never what it was supposed to be.

It feels strange. The day is loud and everywhere, and knowing people celebrate something I never really had is its own kind of grief. But underneath that there’s something quieter. Relief, and a kind of pride in having gotten out.

So here’s to all of us today. To everyone who is mothering themselves, reparenting the child who deserved so much better, and learning what it feels like to stop performing love that was never safe to begin with.

We are the cycle breakers. Happy Mother’s Day to us.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​