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The Push
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How do you cope when your experience of motherhood turns out to be nothing like you hoped for, but everything you dreaded? For the women in Blythe Connor's family, things have always been a little different. Determined not to let the past repeat itself, Blythe is committed to giving her first child, Violet, all the love she never received from her own mother. But parenting isn't straightforward, especially with Violet, who is demanding and rarely smiles. Blythe soon starts to doubt her capabilities, sensing something is off—either with herself or her daughter. Her husband, Fox, dismisses her concerns, attributing them to her imagination, yet he notices that Violet behaves differently around him. Fox doesn't fully grasp the trauma Blythe experienced in her childhood. Blythe is desperate to be a good parent, but she's uncertain if that's enough for Violet or her marriage. She fears she might not recognize impending darkness. The question remains: In the complex relationship between mother and daughter, who is the angel, and who is the monster? After all, we don't get to choose what we inherit—or who we truly are.
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How do you cope when your experience of motherhood turns out to be nothing like you hoped for, but everything you dreaded? For the women in Blythe Connor's family, things have always been a little different. Determined not to let the past repeat itself, Blythe is committed to giving her first child, Violet, all the love she never received from her own mother. But parenting isn't straightforward, especially with Violet, who is demanding and rarely smiles. Blythe soon starts to doubt her capabilities, sensing something is off—either with herself or her daughter. Her husband, Fox, dismisses her concerns, attributing them to her imagination, yet he notices that Violet behaves differently around him. Fox doesn't fully grasp the trauma Blythe experienced in her childhood. Blythe is desperate to be a good parent, but she's uncertain if that's enough for Violet or her marriage. She fears she might not recognize impending darkness. The question remains: In the complex relationship between mother and daughter, who is the angel, and who is the monster? After all, we don't get to choose what we inherit—or who we truly are.
