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"I wish you knew how hard it is to be a mama. It's the hardest thing in the whole world. It's a promise you make to be perfect and make no mistakes. And to put yourself second until you die. It mutates into this horrible burden. Await you have to carry forever."

My heart breaks reading the shit... because I know their parents out there who say this to their babies.

" I didn't see my eyes anymore. They were fragments of strays who'd come before. I wondered if this is what being a real human was: accepting you were pieces of other people too. The people you loved and the people you hurt."

"Mama looked up, catching me at the window. I searched her expression for something familiar, but I didn't recognize the woman standing in our garden. It's impossible to truly know someone who hides so much of themselves and consumes so much of others.:

"'When you were small, you were so easy to love. You'd do anything for me. Every word I spoke was gospel and you looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. But something has changed, Little One,' Mama whispered careful and quiet. 'And I'm wondering if it's quite possible that I don't love you the same anymore.'"

Narcissistic moms are fucking brutal.

"Their skin looked as white as snow beneath the water. When the hot sunlight came through the clouds, they shared a kiss. This was true love; fighting and then crashing into one another again like waves."

"Everything happens for a reason. Something too big and too thoughtful for us to conceive. We're just animals, like little rabbits from the woods. Humanity, Margot, it is made up. Or empathy is waning as every second passes because it's not supposed to come so naturally to mortal creatures."

The absence of love had spoilt something in their souls and mine. Our love was rotten, but still looking for the burning it craved; for anything to revive the embers that have gone out long ago."

"The wilds weren't quiet here. The wind outside whistled in the roads twisted, cutting through the pastures. Snow turned into mud rivers as cars and tractors and vans trudged through the newly fallen, pristine snow. Nature was beautiful. But we did such a good job of making it ugly."