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Cilenaaa 🦋 :
The one in Pembroke is fire 🔥
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Is the beach right across the street from here ?
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Engaging bestie here 👋🏽 definitely did look good 🤤
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It’s sooooo good😩
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They say you’re supposed to love your mum no matter what. But what the hell are you supposed to do when that love is just... one-sided? When she takes it and twists it into something ugly? Something that breaks you a little more every time? I can’t keep pretending I’m okay. I can’t keep pretending this doesn’t hurt. When I was sixteen, I worked so hard to save money. Babysitting, mowing lawns, saying no to little things I wanted because I was so proud of building something for myself. And then one day, it was gone. Just... gone. I thought I’d lost it, but no. She took it. She didn’t even try to hide it. I found the salon receipt in the bin. And when I confronted her, she didn’t even care. She just shrugged and said, “You’ll earn it back.” Like my time, my effort, my trust didn’t mean anything. Like I didn’t mean anything. And that wasn’t the last time. She just kept doing it. Taking and taking and taking—money, trust, pieces of me. Every time I thought I could trust her again, she found a new way to rip it apart. I thought moving out would fix it. I thought getting space would give me peace, but she keeps coming back. She always comes back, with these half-assed apologies that mean nothing, twisting things around to make it my fault for wanting distance. And every time, I let her in, because she’s my mum. She’s supposed to care, isn’t she? But she doesn’t. Not really. She just takes, and when she’s done, I’m the one left feeling empty and stupid and broken all over again. I hate it. I hate that I still care. I hate that I still want her to be someone she’s never going to be. I hate that no matter how much she hurts me, some part of me still hopes she’ll change. But she won’t. I know she won’t. Family isn’t just blood. It’s love. It’s respect. And she’s never given me either. How do you even begin to let go of your own mum? How do you stop wanting her to love you the way she’s supposed to? #fyp #horriblemother #motherconfrontation  #confrontation
They say you’re supposed to love your mum no matter what. But what the hell are you supposed to do when that love is just... one-sided? When she takes it and twists it into something ugly? Something that breaks you a little more every time? I can’t keep pretending I’m okay. I can’t keep pretending this doesn’t hurt. When I was sixteen, I worked so hard to save money. Babysitting, mowing lawns, saying no to little things I wanted because I was so proud of building something for myself. And then one day, it was gone. Just... gone. I thought I’d lost it, but no. She took it. She didn’t even try to hide it. I found the salon receipt in the bin. And when I confronted her, she didn’t even care. She just shrugged and said, “You’ll earn it back.” Like my time, my effort, my trust didn’t mean anything. Like I didn’t mean anything. And that wasn’t the last time. She just kept doing it. Taking and taking and taking—money, trust, pieces of me. Every time I thought I could trust her again, she found a new way to rip it apart. I thought moving out would fix it. I thought getting space would give me peace, but she keeps coming back. She always comes back, with these half-assed apologies that mean nothing, twisting things around to make it my fault for wanting distance. And every time, I let her in, because she’s my mum. She’s supposed to care, isn’t she? But she doesn’t. Not really. She just takes, and when she’s done, I’m the one left feeling empty and stupid and broken all over again. I hate it. I hate that I still care. I hate that I still want her to be someone she’s never going to be. I hate that no matter how much she hurts me, some part of me still hopes she’ll change. But she won’t. I know she won’t. Family isn’t just blood. It’s love. It’s respect. And she’s never given me either. How do you even begin to let go of your own mum? How do you stop wanting her to love you the way she’s supposed to? #fyp #horriblemother #motherconfrontation #confrontation

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