Very moving. I lost both of my parents, abusive unfortunately, two years ago when I was 17. I’ve also been just grappling with how grief, anger, forgiveness wrap up in such a suffocating way. It’s extremely hard to forgive someone hurt you so deep when they should’ve loved you and you can never receive closure from, or even an explanation, but it’s even harder to ignore that ever persistent love for them too. I love my dead bitch mom lmao
This made me cry, my mother is an addict and I often grieve the woman she could have been if her life was not ruined. So beautiful, thank you for making and sharing this.
I made a substack account just to leave this comment. I always enjoyed your videos and podcast because of your quick wit and sharp tongue. So it’s nice to know you’re just as good at making me tear up as you are at making me laugh. I really hope to see more of your writing in the future. The way you describe things so passionately and almost nonsensically, and yet it always pin points the feeling/point you’re trying to get across perfectly. It’s a talent I love witnessing.
Wow, this is absolutely incredible. As someone with such a complicated relationship with my mother, who has an even more complicated relationship with herself, and her mother. I cried reading this. Thank you so much for sharing.
I love that you don’t believe in curses or blessings. They can really misguide a person and it’s clear how free you feel without those invisible pressures weighing on you. You’re an incredible storyteller and inspiration. Thank you for sharing your heart with us. Your humor, raw emotion, and visceral descriptions really moved me. Can’t wait to read more of your writing💌
while i did not lose my parents in death, i’ve been pre-grieving my separation from them because i’ve grown so disconnected from them, both caught up in cultural complexities and internal issues but: i resonated so deeply with the line of how you’re doing the things you wish she did, and it hit me really hard because i’ve been dealing with a lot of cultural and religious guilt over the things i’m doing which liberate me but are simultaneously “sinful” and “wrong”. but all the things i’m doing now would be things that i feel my mom deserves to do, because she was not free, and neither was her mom, and all of my maternal ancestors that i know of as well. that paragraph as a whole made me feel so much better about the things i’m doing that i made a whole substack just to comment this. thank you for these words
honey, i want to give you a hug as big as the ocean. i couldn’t imagine the hell it takes to carve out forgiveness, yet you did. rage may have seethed through the teeth of every word, but there’s a childish love somewhere, sitting at the corner, looking out a window. hope all the doors open for you <3
my mother is still out there, she’s an addict, she left me when I was 12 and came back 4 years later with a baby. thank you for telling this story. I hope you know (and to my slight horror, as I type this out), that stories like this have been reflected and refracted in billions of ways and in billions of lives over history— and somehow yours will stick with me .
wow, im not really great with words but i needed to put into writing to tell you how impactful this was. i'm the oldest of three and my mother is stuck with my horrible father because of us, and how you talked about that and her losing the chance to live, really struck me. thank you
in another life my mom and i could have been best friends. in this lifetime i am just a daughter she didn’t know she would have to raise alone. maybe in the next one we’ll be able to know each other in a different way, one that doesn’t include the pain.
Very moving. I lost both of my parents, abusive unfortunately, two years ago when I was 17. I’ve also been just grappling with how grief, anger, forgiveness wrap up in such a suffocating way. It’s extremely hard to forgive someone hurt you so deep when they should’ve loved you and you can never receive closure from, or even an explanation, but it’s even harder to ignore that ever persistent love for them too. I love my dead bitch mom lmao
This made me cry, my mother is an addict and I often grieve the woman she could have been if her life was not ruined. So beautiful, thank you for making and sharing this.
I made a substack account just to leave this comment. I always enjoyed your videos and podcast because of your quick wit and sharp tongue. So it’s nice to know you’re just as good at making me tear up as you are at making me laugh. I really hope to see more of your writing in the future. The way you describe things so passionately and almost nonsensically, and yet it always pin points the feeling/point you’re trying to get across perfectly. It’s a talent I love witnessing.
Wow, this is absolutely incredible. As someone with such a complicated relationship with my mother, who has an even more complicated relationship with herself, and her mother. I cried reading this. Thank you so much for sharing.
I love that you don’t believe in curses or blessings. They can really misguide a person and it’s clear how free you feel without those invisible pressures weighing on you. You’re an incredible storyteller and inspiration. Thank you for sharing your heart with us. Your humor, raw emotion, and visceral descriptions really moved me. Can’t wait to read more of your writing💌
while i did not lose my parents in death, i’ve been pre-grieving my separation from them because i’ve grown so disconnected from them, both caught up in cultural complexities and internal issues but: i resonated so deeply with the line of how you’re doing the things you wish she did, and it hit me really hard because i’ve been dealing with a lot of cultural and religious guilt over the things i’m doing which liberate me but are simultaneously “sinful” and “wrong”. but all the things i’m doing now would be things that i feel my mom deserves to do, because she was not free, and neither was her mom, and all of my maternal ancestors that i know of as well. that paragraph as a whole made me feel so much better about the things i’m doing that i made a whole substack just to comment this. thank you for these words
Mothers and their daughters have such a complex relationship 🥲 we rlly spend our whole lives trying to figure out why they did us like that
this is the first post im reading on this app and holy shit. i downloaded it just because of you and im glad i did.
“i eat so fast i often forget to chew”
tearing up rn
honey, i want to give you a hug as big as the ocean. i couldn’t imagine the hell it takes to carve out forgiveness, yet you did. rage may have seethed through the teeth of every word, but there’s a childish love somewhere, sitting at the corner, looking out a window. hope all the doors open for you <3
This is powerful, Kay.
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my mother is still out there, she’s an addict, she left me when I was 12 and came back 4 years later with a baby. thank you for telling this story. I hope you know (and to my slight horror, as I type this out), that stories like this have been reflected and refracted in billions of ways and in billions of lives over history— and somehow yours will stick with me .
Crying on my lunch hour for feeling seen is so passé, but thank you for giving me permission with this piece 🫶🏽
wow, im not really great with words but i needed to put into writing to tell you how impactful this was. i'm the oldest of three and my mother is stuck with my horrible father because of us, and how you talked about that and her losing the chance to live, really struck me. thank you
in another life my mom and i could have been best friends. in this lifetime i am just a daughter she didn’t know she would have to raise alone. maybe in the next one we’ll be able to know each other in a different way, one that doesn’t include the pain.