You damaged me in more ways than I think you’ll ever understand, or will ever be able to admit to yourself.
I am angry. I am angry with my mother. I have been angry with her for a very long time.
Falsehoods about parents always being loving and having our best interests at heart simply do not cut it when it comes to manipulative, toxic and abusive parents.
Real women are not perfect and perfect women are not real. For real.
Toxic behaviour is often difficult to see, and it is even more difficult when the toxic people are your own parents.
In his debut collection of humorous essays, comedic artist and musician, Greg Scarnici delivers a set of eye-opening stories that revolve around growing up gay in NYC in the 1990s and working in the entertainment industry.
I don’t know where you were or what you were doing. To be honest, I didn’t really care. But that taught me that one is not always best fit to take care of one’s own child. Sometimes someone else can take care of them better than you can.
One time my friend made a stick person out of a rotten tomato from my parents’ garden. For touching his things, my dad took a bunch of tomatoes and smashed them on my bedroom door, floor and rubbed them into my rug.
Dad took me by the arm and shoved me onto the floor. He started kicking me. He kicked, and kicked, and kicked. Each time I would try to get up he would push me back onto the ground. He kept repeating, “You know I can kick you, you’re not so old that you can’t be disciplined. I can kick you, I can kick you”.
Drivers who lollygag at green arrows. Some of us have places to be! Are you unsatisfied with the hues and tones of this green arrow, so you’re lingering until the next one?