Mommy Loves Your Bullies May 2026

The Truth About the Boys Who Broke Your Arm: Mommy Loves Your Bullies

But in my head, I was thanking them.

I’m sorry I can’t protect you from everything. I’m sorry I let them scrape up your knees and your pride. I’m sorry that the only way to build a backbone is to break a heart first. mommy loves your bullies

I held you. I rubbed your back. I said all the right things: “They’re insecure.” “It’s not about you.” “Walk away.”

That spine? I didn’t give it to you. Your bullies did. The Truth About the Boys Who Broke Your

And your bullies? They are survival. They are the raw, feral truth of the playground jungle. They don’t care about your feelings. They don’t care about my organic peanut butter sandwiches. They see your weakness—the same weakness I coddled—and they eat it for breakfast.

I am the mom who secretly loves your bullies. I’m sorry that the only way to build

Someday you’ll read this. Or you won’t. But if you do: I’m sorry.