My son came home from school with a craft for me today, and the first thing I thought was, shit, I hope all the kids in his class have mothers.

You “deprive” the rest of the kids of the “thrill” of making crappy crafts b/c you care more about kids who are really hurting. Same with Father-Daughter Dances (which are creepy, anyway). You plan actual lessons, teachers, not time-fillers

Sammmme boat. Every card I’m like, “ummm, no.” Best part is, the woman who raised me, physically and emotionally abused me my entire childhood /teen years until I married at 20 just to escape her, the woman who flat out insisted when we tried group counseling that yes, it’s perfectly normal to argue with a 3 year old,…

The only funny part was wondering what the people in the aisle with the loving moms were thinking, because in order to staunch some of the pain I was basically doing an 8 minute riff on the theme. But one woman shared her struggle and another (stranger) hugged us both. So happy that you’re surrounded by love. Their…

You have no control over what your mother did or does. Nothing you did or do can change that. Her happiness is hers, you are not responsible for it at all. Parents are just people, they are who they are. Just live your life and be at peace with yourself as much as possible.

You are an awful human being. Stop trolling these posts. If you genuinely can’t understand that people have bad relationships with their mothers and that this weekend is especially hard for them, then you need to learn some basic fucking empathy. Go the fuck away.

You don’t know the full story of the choices this person had to make, so you should dial it back on the judgment.

I’m going to back up and read this but first I have to stop simultaneously crying and fist pumping. Standing in Target last night looking for a card: Nope, Nope, F**k No, In my dreams, In her dreams. Better make it one with a cash holder. (I went with the soft water color with the simple “Happy Mother’s Day”.) Not…

Okay so thank you for this: this is the kind of thing that makes jezzie good. My mother is a clinical narcissist (not sure of the exact diagnosis name but basically her psychologist told me and then was just like okay peace out now). My whole life I’ve struggled with understanding why she would continually reject me…

Also had an abusive horrible step mother. My dad divorced her and now she is fat and lonely. It is wonderful.

I did this with my mother. She was a classic narcissistic personality, with all the fun gas-lighting and verbal / emotional abuse. She would say terrible things, deny saying terrible things, freeze me out for a while, and then come back for more. It was a vicious, vicious cycle, and at 34, I still struggle with…

Good luck with that whole situation, it’s so tough. My husband has a very toxic, unstable and just plain mean mother and he finally cut off all contact with her a couple of years ago. It was SO hard to watch her basically toy with his emotions and hurt him for years while I watched and comforted him, but ultimately it…

I WILL TP HIS HOUSE.

I’m happy you made the right choices for you and I think you’re awesome and I will go to their house and pelt them with eggs just say the word.

Best thing my birth thing ever did was to abandon me at a year old. Sure, if I hadn’t annoyed the neighbors with my crying I could have died since she never came back and locked the deadbolt behind her...

Thanks for this. This shit is so goddamn hard.

YOU ARE NOT! YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND WONDERFUL AND LOVED.