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I resented her because she was the perfect daughter. She resented me because I was the most free. But now we have spoken and know that we have lied. She is no more perfect than I am free.
We will never be enough for our father. But we will always be enough for each other.
#we have felt the same pain#and played the parts we needed to survive#but I will always stay with her#no matter how much he pulls us apart#my poem#poets on tumblr#poetry#poems#poem#original poem#writers and poets#parent problems
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shout-out to people who felt like if they had to clean the whole house or nothing would get clean, to people whos houses were so messy that theyd feel nauseous, to people who couldn't have friends over because it was too messy, to people who had mental problems because of how messy their house would be, to people who felt like it was their fault even though they were a kid and shouldn't be expected to clean the whole house all day.
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Roommates Pt.4
You had told your dads about Parent Weekend and how when they got here, you’d have a surprise for them. But as it got closer to the weekend, you grew worried. What if Dad didn’t like Ajax? What if Pop thought you could do better?
You loved your dads to death… well Pop to his afterlife but you knew they could be judgmental but then you rationalized with the help of Wednesday.
“You seriously think your Father, the man who fell in love with a ghost, will judge you for dating a Gorgon?”
“I know it’s stupid but it’s just nerve wracking.”
Wednesday typed on her typewriter. You were one of the only full bodied individuals who could interrupt her writing time and live to tell the tale. “I think you are over thinking and complicating a simple situation.”
“Like your one to judge,” you huffed, falling face first on her bed.
“Get off, you’ll get sad in my bed.”
You raised your head off the mattress, “Rude. And you’re right.”
“I always am.”
Next person to tell was Ajax. You walked to your dorm and walked in, typing on your phone.
Ajax was laying on his bed, reading a book. You stared at him, he noticed.
“Is there something on my face?”
You smiled and sat down beside him. He readjusted so he could prop his head on your thigh.
“Ajax, you know it’s almost Parents Weekend? Right?”
“Yeah, Mom and Pa have already got on their flight.”
You nodded, “Well, I just wanted to tell you something about my parents.”
“Okay? What’s up?”
“Well… my Dad is like me. My mom died when I was three and he tried to summon her spirit but then he met my Pa. He’s a Phantom.”
He just looked at you, you looked back.
“So? What’s their names?”
You were pleasantly surprised, “Uh… Pa is named Edmund and Dad is Bram.”
“Like the guy who wrote Dracula?”
“Yea!”
“Sweet. My Dad is named Peter and my moms Carmen.”
Ajax took the news surprisingly well. You were happy about it but your pissed Wednesday was once again right.
It was time. Parents were filling up the Quad and you were looking for your Dads. You saw your Uncle and Aunt first.
“Oh look!” Gomez said, walking to you and pulling you into a hug, “ You’ve gotten so tall.”
“You look so much like your father” Morticia followed with.
“Thank you and speaking of my father, have you see them?”
Suddenly you felt a chill, you smiled widely. You turned around to see the semi-transparent and slowly shifting figure. He laughed, which was a sound that was mixed with what sounded like glass breaking.
“Pa! I missed you!” You hugged him once he changed into his solid form. He smiled at you. Wind whirled out of his mouth, making noise that only a few understood as a language.
“Yes, I am eating my vegetables.” You said, lightly embarrassed. The noise came again.
“No… yes… I can’t help it, Pa! Coffee is just so good!” He told you to not drink as much caffeine.
You felt something moving up your arm, you looked and saw black and dark purple sand. The sand slowly formed into a man. He was taller than you and was willowy, amber eyes glowing, crooked teeth showing as he looked at you.
“Dad!”
“Oh my little nightmare, how are you?” The tall man towered over many other people and a few people stared at him.
“I am great! And Pa already asked about the vegetables and caffeine.”
Both let out a laugh, your Dad knelt to hug you. “We missed you so so much!”
“I missed you both too! Oh! About your surprise, stay right here.” You went to get Ajax.
“Bram?”
“Gomez?”
The short man opened his arms, “Bram!”
“Gomez!” The tall man scooped him up into a hug. Lifting him high, the two men clowning and joking.
Edmund talked to Morticia. “Oh yes, I did use what you suggested for my makeup, Ed. Thank you. The pigment in this black is much better than my last brand.”
The noise came from him again, sounding like a wind chime.
“Yes, Wednesday is attending Nevermore now.”
The two cousins were now joining the conversation between their spouses.
Bram spoke, “Oh! That’s wonderful. Is she fond of it?”
“Relatively.”
Edmund’s voice rang louder.
“You’re entirely right, Ed. It’s only been half a semester!” Gomez said.
Bram narrowed his eyes, “He loves it here but I worry. He falls asleep often and that, adding his dust, is all that was truly abnormal about him. It was the judgement towards us that hurt him.”
Morticia nodded, “We understand. You can’t help but wonder if you cause a few of their problems.”
Edmund grabbed Bram’s hand and made a low sound.
“Yes, but we are so happy he’s here. It’s a very Addams thing.”
Gomez laughed, “When your and Addams, everything is wonderful. In our own dreary, macabre atmosphere. “
The group laughed. You had found Ajax and had brought him to them.
Ajax didn’t know what he was expecting. He assumed the familiar couple that stood together were Wednesdays Parents but when he looked at the other two men; he felt a twinge of fear.
One was dressed in a black suit, hair slicked back, flicking out towards the back of his head, and greying on the sides. He was so tall he could grab the ledge of the second Quad level easily, he had long fingernails that were painted black and reminded the boy of a eagles talons. His eyes were like a wolves, golden, sharp and intelligent. His mouth was outlined in black that looked like oil and had too many teeth, some blunt and others fanged, Ajax was pretty sure the man had two rows of them. He guessed since he was ninety percent sure this was your alive parent, this was Bram.
He the looked at the ghost. He was average height, add a few inches for levitation. He was dressed like a 1910s businessman and part of the left side of his face was scarred and was obviously blind in one eye before he passed. The only thing welcoming about the spectral being was his mustache that reminded Ajax of Sam Elliot. This must be Edmund.
He felt his heart rate quicken but then he looked at you. You were beaming. You talked about them fondly, telling the stories of your house. Ajax knew they had to be good people with how you talked about them so he pushed his fear down.
“Dad! Pa! This is Ajax.”
The two men looked at the boy. Silence fell for a moment.
You broke it, “He’s my boyfriend.”
Something behind their eyes clicked and a smile fell on Bram’s face. Edmund stared at him, eye narrowed.
“Oh! It is wonderful to meet you!” Bram said, kneeling to hug the boy. Ajax thought he smelled like a forest and whiskey.
He released the boy and turned to his husband, “Edmund?”
The ghost stared thoroughly into the boys eyes before stepping forward and extending a hand to the boy. So that’s where you picked it up from.
After meeting your parents and realizing they were sweet people, Ajax felt insecure about his parents. His Dad was a lawyer and his mother was a diva. His Dad couldn’t go anywhere without his Bluetooth ear piece and phone and his mother hated everything of us wasn’t her way.
Ajax knew that you weren’t what they had expected and when Ajax first told them about you, they went ballistic. It was a screaming match and it ended with Ajax hanging up and throwing his phone against the wall.
But they had promised that they would at least give you a chance.
Ajax was shakily holding your hand as he walked up to a pair of Gorgons. The man was dressed in a suit, a red tie and dark sunglasses over his eyes. His white snakes had gold clasps around them, making them seem longer and thus, more intimidating.
The woman was dressed in a long sleeved dress with a scale pattern and had bracelets on her wrist and upper arms. Her snakes were hidden in a wrap that was a deep blue. Her eyes were a striking violet. She seemed flawless.
“Mom, D-“
“Just a minute.” He pressed a button on his ear piece, “What Ajax?”
Ajax tried to not be annoyed, “This is my boyfriend.”
You smiled at them, extending your hand. Neither of them shook it. You took the hint and retracted it. Ajax felt sad that they were acting this way.
“Sweetie,” his mother pulled him close to her, dragging him away from you and his father. She whispered in his ear. “Are you sure that’s the one you want to spend your time on? I saw several other Gorgon boys…”
Ajax pulled away, “Mom! you are being… being…”
“A what?” She asked.
He stayed silent.
“That is what I thought.” She said.
Ajax sighed and turned to walk back to you. “Hey Dad, he…”
His Dad was back on the phone, ignoring you and him. Ajax wanted to scream but instead he grabbed you by the sleeves and pulled you away from them and from everyone. You both were silent as you walked into your dorm.
You sent your Dad a quick text to let him know that you weren’t avoiding him but that you were tired. You looked at Ajax who was laying on your bed, you felt your heart break a little. You walked to your bed and laid down beside him.
“Do you want to talk about what she said?”
He was silent.
You just laid there, waiting for his answer.
“She, ugh, she tried to pawn me off to someone else. She promised she’d give you a chance and she didn’t.”
You felt a frown grow on your face, “That’s… that’s just messed up.”
He rolled over a looked at you, tears building in his eyes. You raised a hand to his face to brush them away before they fell.
“I- They just needed to give you a hour. You are wonderful.”
You smiled, “Thank you and maybe one day they’ll give me a hour. We got time.”
He stared into your eyes, he leaned forward and kissed you. You kissed back. You both kissed each other for a while, just enjoying the feeling of each other lips. Ever so often, you’d blot his tears away.
Maybe one day, you’ll get that hour.
You felt a hand run up and down your arm, gently scratching up and down. You breathed heavily.
“Morning,” Ajax said, “Did you sleep okay?”
“Yeah,” you sat up and stretched, your back popping, “how long have you been up?”
“Long enough to get up and get breakfast. And yes, I got you your coffee.”
“You,” you lifted up your mask and drink the said coffee, “Are the literal best.”
You picked up the cup and enjoyed the still warm liquid you ran on. Ajax sat up and scooted off the bed. You watched him walk to his dresser.
“I know. I need you to do something.”
You sat your coffee down, “Yea? What is it?”
Ajax turned around. In his hands was a jar with colored sticks and a book.
“Draw a stick.”
“For?”
Ajax grinned, “Date ideas.”
You smiled, “Did you do this yourself?” You said as you looked at the sticks, deciding which on to pick.
“Well… I might’ve, ya know, saw it on Enid’s Pinterest.”
You laughed, “She updated her Pinterest again? How long have I been asleep?”
“Two days.”
You looked at him, expecting him to be joking. He wasn’t.
“Damn.”
“It’s okay! Your Dads left you their gift and classes were cancelled today.”
“Why and where’s my gift?”
“Well, it’s Club Day. And it’s on your bed.”
You had to admit, you were upset that you had slept through Parents Weekend especially since you missed your Dads so much. You got up and walked to the box, picked it up and walked back to Ajax’s bed. He sat down beside you as you undid the ribbon and opened the box, you immediately smiled.
“Uh, what is it?”
“It’s dreams!” It was a collection of bottles of swirling sand and a book.
“Like real dreams people have dreamed?”
“Well, it’s complicated but kinda. It’s the different types of dreams someone could have.”
“Aren’t there just good dreams and nightmares?” He didn’t understand it.
“There’s two categories: Fantasiophio and Malditrope. All dreams are a blend of these two types and the different combinations have different effects.”
Ajax nodded, “Okay, it makes a little more sense now. Now, pick a stick, any stick.”
You smiled and put your box to the side, you drew a green stick. “Now what?”
Ajax opened the book, “Pick a number between one and eighth.”
“Seven.”
He read it, “Alright. We are going to go on a walk.”
“To?”
“It just says a walk.”
Then that was what you two were going to do.
#meeting the parents#meeting the family#addams family#netflix wednesday#ajax petropolis x reader#ajax petropolus#ajax wednesday#ajax fluff#ajax x you#eventual angst#parent problems#gay gay homosexual gay#enid sinclair#xavier thrope#Wednesday Addams#male reader#x male reader
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I don't care how old your children are, parents should never talk shit about their kids within earshot.
#parenting#parenting tips#adult child#still living with parents#living with parents#toxic mothers#parent problems#cant wait to leave this shithole#get me out of this shithole#shithole#emerging adult#young adult#adulting#trying to manage#family communication#communication#im done#block out the noise#reaching my limit here#mental health#leaving the nest#forced dependence#personal#relatable#text post
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CHAPTER 1 OF THE FIRST ONE IS OUT!!!
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One thing I will never get about parents that use fear to get their kids to behave is when they're suprised they become no longer afraid at some point
"Nobody does what I tell them to right away until I get mad, nobody respects me anymore!"
Nobody ever respected you Karen, we were scared of you, and now that we're older and bigger we have nothing to be afraid of. We only do shit when you get mad to get you off our ass
Or when they say that parents shouldn't be their kids' friends and then are suprised when their kid tells their friends things they don't tell their parents, like they aren't the ones that established the relationship as a power dynamic between the authority and the fearful/lesser and not one of not mutual respect and communication
#parenting#families#bad parenting#parent problems#parent issues#family members and relatives#family problems#family issues#parental abuse#emotional abuse#tw abuse#abuse cw#abuse mention#abuse of authority
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arguing with my mother core
#hot alt girl#hot girl shit#hot goth#it girl#goth barbie#goth girl#alternative girl#mommy issues#mummy issues#parent problems
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Randomly remembered when I was little, not super little I was probably 8 or 9, we were at church and I wasn't feeling well and ended up running to the bathroom to throw up. This lady walked in and saw me and asked if I had someone there she could get for me -- since I was, you know, throwing up -- and I told her yeah, that my mother was in the choir. I don't know why I thought it would be okay because we didn't go home or anything. My mother spent the rest of the time there forcing me to sit in the church service beside her, angry that I'd embarrassed her
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When you wanna do kinky stoof w/ partner(s) but then you forget about the pussy block in the other room who is whining about no more bluey episodes 🙄🙄🙄
Kid learn to use the remote already!! This goth milf has needs too ya know!
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The thing about when my heart aches is that it doesn’t skip a beat. It doesn’t say a word and it doesn’t drop its smile. It will smile all the same and laugh whenever it’s rhythm will let it. It will go about its day as if it never felt the sting of a broken heart, and you will wonder if I ever felt anything at all.
I am all smiles and laughter and I will not let you see me shed a tear, for I am too prideful to let the world know I am anything other than strong.
Just like my father’s heavy heart taught me to be.
#cherry whispers#poetic venting#vent#venting#prose writing#heartbreak#heart broken#father#parent problems#daddy issues#if you couldn’t tell lol
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hello ! I hope you're have a great day wherever you are in the world :) this is a rough demo of my song "you don't have to lie anymore." it's about feeling like your parents don't want you and that you'll never be enough for them. this is a feeling i've been struggling with over the past few years, particularly being queer and wanting to pursue arts, i often feel like my parents don't support who i am. just wanted to encourage anyone with similar struggles that you ARE loved and you DO have a place in this world. even if you feel like your family doesn't accept you, they probably do and if they really don't, there ARE people out there who will embrace you and become your family :)
#indie musician#indie music#indie#bedroom pop#music#original song#songwriter#parent problems#new music#encouragement#encouraging words#guitar#SoundCloud#queer#queer artist#my music
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i cannot seem to please my dad ever, so i've come to the conclusion to stop trying! stop trying to please him and just focus on what i need to do and what needs to be done for me!!
bc multiple times he's given me contradicting info or come at me (or even my mom) for something in an attacking manner.
me: i would like to purchase some frosting
dad: dont purchase it make it yourself it'll taste better
me, later on: i wanted to make some frosting, any suggestions?
dad: ugh idk
me: okay, i will figure something out that suits my needs.
me: *makes frosting*
dad: ugh why are you making a mess and making things???
me: ..because you told me to? bc you said homemade frosting would taste better so im trying it?
dad: i never said that
me: but????? you did???????
dad: ugh *mumble* made a mess with powdered sugar
me: that wasnt me, i worked over here and am cleaning up
dad: did i SAY it was you?!
me: ..i dont know, you were mumbling to the wall. but i assumed you thought it was me bc im in the kitchen currently using powdered sugar.
dad: UGH
me:?????
dad (to my mom now): no one gave me dinner ideas >:(
me, internally: but i did???? you havent made it yet despite me asking for it for two weeks?? so thats not on me
my mom (paraphrasing here): this attitude is not okay. if you want my help you have to ASK for it, not bitch about it.
my dad: UGH I JUST WANTED SOME SYMPATHY *stomps away*
me and my mom at each other: 🙃🙃
he literally acts like a child? hell worse than a child. bc at least with children i can help them learn from their mistakes and talk to them like people.
#vent#rant#parent problems#parent vent#parent rant#long post#long rant#long vent#conversation vent#conversation
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There is a pit in my heart that my mother dug.
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mothers know best
parents, they think they know the best right? they rarely do. sure they maybe thinking what is best for their kids but they dont know the best for them, they know what is best for "themselves". they push us from a cliff thinking we want to fly, but our wings breaks. when we fall they blame us for not being able to carry "their" dreams. love is blind. parents nevers see what their kids want. they try to not to repeat the mistakes they made when they were young by putting their minds into our bodies and souls. but they never try to correct their own lives.
#parent#parenting#mother knows best#parent issues#moms#problems#wrong#parent problems#child#creative writing#writers#writers on tumblr#amwriting#this is depressing
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So awhile back this guy tried to get my number while I was working, and I pulled the “idk my number” trick cause it always worked. This motherfucker then asks for my email. Who the hell asks for an email?!? I didn’t give him it and just sort of walked away without being rude. Since I thought it was kinda weird, I causally tell my mother about it. She said that I should’ve given him a shot.
Anyway MONTHS ago by and the SAME GUY shows up and asks for my number AGAIN!! I’m like oh shit so I do the I forgot thing again and he decides to give me HIS number and says “call me so I can have your number” and I just kinda laugh and walk away. (This happened while I was working as well) THE NEXT DAY, this dude shows up, to my work place for the SOLE purpose of asking me why I didn’t call him the day before. I tried to tell him that I wasn’t interested without being rude but apparently I wasn’t clear enough and he thought I’d call him later. I did not. Once AGAIN I felt that THAT was weird, like EXTREMELY worrying but decide to ask my mom what I should do…you know what she says? “Give him a call and explain it to him”
THEN a few days later I find out that this SAME GUY is doing THE SAME SHIT to another employee while also asking where I am. That’s where I finally went “okay the next day thing was weird and I thought I could handle, but this shit? This happening to multiple people? Hell no” we agreed to tell someone and my coworker told them the next day (I would have but I didn’t work) anyway both my manager and a fellow coworker come up to me and say “don’t worry about that guy. We’ll handle it. Just point him out to us alright?” Like the two of us got the whole department ready to throw down if necessary. So I told my mom about what my manager said and my mother says “I feel bad for him, cause maybe he’s a lonely guy”
At this point I’m wondering “WTF, he’s been harassing my coworker and being creepy by coming to MY WORKPLACE to confront me cause he knows I’ll be there” like I get it lonely people will act desperate but I’m 90% sure they don’t go to someone’s workplace CONSTANTLY asking about them.
Long story short: a guy was being creepy, we told the managers and my mom feels bad for the guy.
#story of my life#kinda creepy guy#stalking#would you call that stalking?#I will just in case cause it’s hella close#parent problems#also why the fuck did my mom defend him?#she acted like I was the villain#I feel like it shouldn’t surprise me but she says she always worries about me being killed or something#but then she said all the things she said for this#and it kinda makes it feel like she doesn’t actually care…let alone worry
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My dad keeps trying to gaslight me into thinking I'm not funny. Excuse you, I'm hilarious.
#parent problems#eldest daughter#i'm hilarious#comedian in the making#love my family#that was sarcastic
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