Mommy Loves Your Bullies ❲Free Access❳

But I am not sorry they exist.

But I can’t teach you how to survive. Not really. Because survival is ugly. Survival is the shove in the hallway. Survival is the whispered joke at the back of the bus. Survival is the moment you realize that not everyone is playing by the same rules. mommy loves your bullies

Not in the way you think. I don’t send them cookies. I don’t high-five their parents at soccer practice. But when you came home with dirt on your new sneakers and that hollow look in your eyes—the one that says, “They got me again” —a very small, very dark part of my chest exhaled. But I am not sorry they exist