Love and Shackles

Summary

My hatred for my mother peaked the moment she forced me to strip down to a black sports bra, hold up a box of tampons, and pose for a picture she then sent to our entire family group chat.

In the photo, my face is blank, my eyes are empty.

Her caption, however, was sickeningly cheerful: “Girls will be girls, and sometimes they make questionable choices. But don't worry, as her mother, I'm here to guide her back to the right path! 😊”

In that moment, I smiled.

You know, Mom? The perfect little bird you raised in this cage?

She’s about to go insane.