[ SECRET POST #2306 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2306 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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06. http://i.imgur.com/oVNCgcT.png
[kind of porny, illustrated, Hetalia]


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[Pokemon]


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09. [SPOILERS for Kingdom Hearts]



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10. [SPOILERS for Spartacus]
http://i.imgur.com/OtBhrXi.png
[gore? kind of, i think, live-action]


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11. [SPOILERS for Game of Thrones]



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12. [WARNING for rape]



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13. [WARNING for child abuse]



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14. [WARNING for loli/shota]



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Comments

tl;dr ahead

[(Anonymous)]

I finally realized that the way my mother treats people is wrong a few years before I saw this movie...but a few years later than my common sense should have allowed.

I'm sure she does love me, but in a toxic way. Her way of isolating me has traditionally been over-protectiveness - long after I turned eighteen, when I should have stopped rolling over, I let her forbid me to go out on my own because it 'wasn't safe'.

When I finally started to stick to my guns anyway, I had to endure many tantrums - either tears or throwing things and screaming - about how dare I 'make' her worry this way.

I've tried to encourage her to go out and do things on her own as well, but she refuses to do so unless I come along - like she can't enjoy herself unless I'm there to chaperone.

I'm now 25. I still live with her - it takes our combined salaries to keep the household afloat. But I weathered enough of the tantrums that she's down to making passive-aggressive remarks when I go somewhere.

I still don't have any friends; I've only ever had a few, mostly from school, and they haven't lasted. But I'm still hopeful that if I keep making an effort to live my life on my terms, to forge an identity separate from her possessiveness, I'll find people with whom I can have healthy relationships.

Wishing you the best for the same.