She typed it. You read it. We all suffer together.

She means well. She really does.

But somewhere between the missed punctuation, the all-caps threats, the cryptic emojis, and the "who is this" follow-ups… something unravels.

Texts.mom is a shrine to the glorious dysfunction of modern motherhood—one, unhinged message at a time.

We don't judge. Okay, maybe a little. We just document.

Whether it's passive-aggressive guilt, baffling autocorrects, or love disguised as psychological warfare, if she texted it—you can post it.

You're not alone. Your mom just texts like this.