#a single child of two parents

[crookedkingdomruinedme]

my mother wasn't the first to cry when I was born.

Of course, I didn't know this, but it's a small anecdote my parents love telling me. Even though I tore her open, my mother never shed a tear. No, it was my dad that cried when he held me.

"Full-on sobbing," my mom told me, laughing the entire time. "Your father has always been a crybaby." My dad never refuted this, just smiling like he could never imagine not crying.

Now I wonder who it was that cried first, my mom or my dad, when faced with the remains of my body, lifeless and broken beyond repair- like a ragdoll that got used one too many times.

Maa, they broke my hips, crushed my glasses so they stuck into my eyes, walked all over me with their boots, tortured me for their pleasure and had their way with my body, then strangled me to death. Left me there on full display to rot. But can you still call me your pari one more time?

Paa, they used me because I was a girl. Had I been a boy they would have killed me but kept my dignity, but unfortunately, I'm not a boy, so did that mean I am not deserving of even a dignified death? nine to ten of them Paa, I couldn't even see most of them- can you still call me meri bachi once more?

I don't know what I did wrong, Maa, I only ever listened to your words. I couldn't stand what they were doing in that building. Paa, I've always been your brave girl, the one who couldn't stand injustice. Do you wish I had stayed quiet on this? Do you think I may have survived if I acted like I didn't see?

I promise I didn't do anything wrong Paa, I never meant any harm. I swear I didn't tempt them Maa, I had my kurta and my doctor's coat.

My stethoscope broke Maa. My doctor's coat is red now.

Please forgive me.

[uncanny-tranny]

Me as a kid (would later realize I'm Very Aro): why would you SHARE a bedroom with somebody, even IF you're married. :/ What if the other person snores? What if they don't have the same décor skills as me? What if they (also) hog the duvet ://

[forthetaintedmemes]

Chuuya: Dazai got on my nerves again for just breathing. What did you and Arthur even fight about when you two got into it?

Verlaine: Whether or not to home school you in the countryside.

Chuuya: No seriously.

Verlaine: Do I look like I'm kidding?

[martyrbat]

habeas corpus – detective comics #1086

(ID in alt!)

[crossover-enthusiast]

I just realized her eyes are conveniently out of shot like Skid's dads always are I'm going feral

[bitchthefuck1]

One of the weirdest things about finding out you're traumatized/mentally ill/neurodivergent as an adult is looking back at all the very obvious signs in your childhood and realizing none of the adults responsible for you were paying attention

[anaalnathrakhs]

it's rlly fun how my parents just straight up. do not care. about the disordered eating. we had all this talk back when i went through a big suicidal crisis a couple months ago, i explained what was really difficult for me, eating socially, restaurants, not choosing my food, etc, and now it's like. okay it didn't exist actually.

mother i am not going to order you around, either you accept that i'm gonna have difficulty dealing with "normal people behavior" or whatnot and you stop looking at me like :/ anytime i am anything but ecstatic at the idea of eating anything anytime anyhow, or you adapt your behavior to avoid the results you don't like to see. i'm only doing my best to handle things from my side, and i am certainly not going to try measuring for you how important family social eating occurences are to you.

[renboob]

i should invest in a babysitter- or a wife-

[subtlesolitude-tailoredtaste]

I am trapped I am stuck I am a product of desperation fear tragedy and love out of obligation . I am programmed to be an obedient African daughter, yet no one protected me from monsters Just bc they came from same country village area immigrant blah blah. Mother blames me for everything she’s just starting to say it a loud. She really blames herself but the guilt is big enough to gas light me into submission and beat her self up about it.

[pepprs]

lmaooooo i think i need to quit teaching forever and also bury myself in a hole. lol

[xxlelaxx]

So my parents made the very smart decision to let the girls that only lied to them into the house again with people, that they don't know and have no official way of proving who they are, cause my sibling "took care of things". We are talking about the sibling, who lied and has never take care or responsibility of anything in their entire lives. There is no logical way this can go wrong. :)

None of them really apologized for anything that happened to my sister.

But it's nice to see them have so much trust for people who did nothing to deserve it and so little care for their own child's wellbeing. :)

But yeah we're just paranoid... It's not like everyone else is warning them and saying the exact same things. :)

[deathinfeathers-a]

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[flatstarcarcosa]

everyone else is like omg i can’t wait for the infants update we’re gonna do sooooo much with the kids

and i’m over here like

is being a shitty parent gonna carry over now or-

[maggotwithanf]

I did the math on this once and I've spend almost 2/3rds to 3/4ths of my school life in detention, suspended, grounded, or punished (the last 1/3rd being about half of high school)

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[barbatos-sama]

political opinion warning but something that rly irks me is when the people who say "you shouldn't get a pet unless you're financially capable of having it" (which is a correct statement) but they're the same people who upon hearing one say "i don't think people in poverty should be having planned babies" they'll say it's eugenics

[sunni-stuff]

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Reader who gets pregnant off of a one night stand with some soldier during armed forces day, showing your appreciation for his service a little too well.

You had a support system, friends who joked about you having way too much fun, hence your predicament, others already offering to buy things for the baby and your parents who couldn't be happier to meet their grandchild.

But what about the father?

Well, it's not exactly like you could track him down. Fuck, you didn't even know the man's name, only how he made you feel, his filthy words strumming in your ear, big hands tight around your waist, hips slamming away in a desperate chase.

Let's forget how you leg-locked him.

When your daughter was born, everything changed, and time slowed down. She was a quiet baby, barely crying or having any outbursts like a normal child would but outspoken in her own little way. That chunky thing came out of the womb with a glare. Brown eyes staring down anyone and everyone but you.

That's something she definitely got from her father. You vividly remember how his umber eyes watching you from across the bar. He was like an eagle waiting for the perfect moment to strike his prey. A perfect soldier.

So, you named your daughter Adira in memory of his strength. That's one thing he could have.

Adira loved to be by your side. Her chubby cheeks pressed into the nook of your neck, holding you close with strength of a thousand babies. Your clingy little thing was a koala, always by her mommy's side, never straying far no matter how curious she got. When she learned to walk, her favorite thing became to hug your leg, especially while in stores. She hated people, wearing a tiny scowl whenever customers passed by tucking herself closer to you.

Maybe it was a good thing her father wasn't around. Having to compete for her first words would've been a bloodbath.

You spent two years in bliss. The fact that you were a single mother an afterthought to raising what you considered a blessing.

With Adira's second Christmas coming up, you wanted to do something special. She loved trains and found them absolutely amusing, often mimicking the honk as she ran around your apartment. Thankfully, there was a train ride for kids around the park during this time of year.

Here, you stood in line, bundled up to the nines. Big poofy coat, warm gloves, and fuzzy boots. As the crowd moved, Adira clung close, arms wrapped around your leg, glowering at any passerby with an annoyed look on her rosy cheeks.

That one was new. Maybe something else she got from her father.

The two of you took steps in tow, keeping Adira close and comfortable as the train came into view. Her expression shifted, excitement palpable. "Twain!" She squealed, jumping up and down.

Before you could respond to Adira's childlike joy, a man bumped into you by accident, nearly stumbling over his own feet. He turns to look at you, blue eyes meeting yours, but you were too focused on the weird ass Mohawk on his head.

People wore still those?

"Sorry bout that lass." The man starts to apologize, a Scottish accent lacing his voice.

That breaks your stare, laughing awkwardly to mask your wandering gaze. "Oh no, it's fine. You should be careful. you might slip on ice."

He nods, giving you a kind smile. The Scottish man starts to leave, but the look your kid was giving him sent shivers down his spine.

Little Adira was giving him a fierce stare down from behind your leg before ultimately cutting her eyes at him as if he were merely a nuisance.

"Next in line! Mctavish!"

The man doesn't stay after that. You assume that it was him they were calling with the way he hurried off. Hope he doesn't fall, seemed like a nice guy.

Soap can't help but do a double take when be gets to the front. The little rascal was wearing his Lieutenants face, hawk eyeing anyone who dared got to close. It was like looking in a mirror.

He nudged Gaz, making a gesture to look back without making it obvious. "See the lass and her bairn in line?"

Gaz gives him a raised brow, looking back for a second before turning around. "There's a lot of kids with their mother's, Johnny."

Soap glances back, double checking to make sure you were still in line. “The lass with the wee one—she’s got the same wicked look as Lt. You cannae miss her.”

Gaz rolls his eyes but humors Soap by looking once more, his eyes scanning the crowd until they land on a little girl already mean-mugging him from a distance. He swiftly turns around, blinking in surprise, trying to comprehend what he saw. "Uh..."

Soap only nods in agreement. That was Ghost's face, on a kid no less. He wastes no time, elbowing Roach and getting him to look back as well, leaving the other Sergeant in the same shock as Gaz. "That is not a face a kid should have."

"Agreed." Gaz added, shuddering at the thought.

"Where's the cap?" Soap asks, the train ride no longer feeling like fun now that he’s discovered the jackpot.

"Market place with Lt. for cigs," Gaz knowingly remarked, remembering that Price had run out on their way here.

"Well, let's go show them a Christmas miracle," Soap shot up from his seat all too eagerly.

The sergeants just got their Christmas present.