It occurred to me as I was creating my “Scariest Moms” list for this post, that some of the movies that have scarred me the most in my life feature dysfunctional motherhood. I don’t even like watching the funny “Bad Moms” franchise movies.

I don’t find “Bad Mom” stuff funny. Not even joking around.

So if your mom ever forgot your birthday, wouldn’t buy you those ripped jeans in high school, or never let you borrow her car, feel lucky that she wasn’t one of the following moms. These are not in any particular order.

Violet in “August: Osage County.” At the end of this film, daughter Ivy calls her mother Violet “a monster.” Indeed. Although she is drug-addicted and riddled with painful cancer, we still can’t excuse Violet’s behavior. If you’re a Meryl Streep fan, brace yourself for a different look at her acting chops.

Mama Dixon in “Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri.” Sandy Martin has a frightening take as Sam Rockwell’s mom. Scary as shit and just as tough, Mama Dixon don’t play.

Margaret White in “Carrie.” Pigs’ blood and telekinesis don’t raise the horror of this movie to the terrifying level that Carrie’s mother does. Yikes.

Erica Sayers in “Black Swan.” She just wants her daughter to be successful, right? Wrong. Erica is the reason this movie descends to the depths of insanity.

Mary Lee Johnston in “Precious.” The book fucked me up, and the movie finished me off. I’m still traumatized. It’s an important story that Sapphire had to tell, but I’ve never been the same. I suggest you not read the book or watch the movie. Mary Lee’s depravities are so visceral that they have made their way into rap lyrics. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Joan Crawford in “Mommie Dearest.” You knew it was coming, and I know what’s going through your head: “NO MORE WIRE HANGERS!” Faye Dunaway was terrifying in this movie as Crawford, and whether Christina Crawford actually went through all of this is beside the point. Child abuse is the point.

Annie Graham in “Hereditary.” My sons know how I feel about this movie- that all of the covens and beheadings don’t scare me as much as the broken relationship between Annie and her son Peter. I can’t even watch this movie without someone with me.

The mother in the book A Child Called It. I was in a bookstore years and years ago, and saw this book cover and decided to sit down and read the whole thing rather than buy it. It took me 45 minutes, and I’ve never recovered. Pelzer’s narrative of the abuse he suffered at the hands of his mother always made me hypersensitive to quiet, thin, wan, bruised kids in the hallways. Terrifying.

Go hug or call your mom. NOW. Or send her a prayer in heaven. Thanks, Mom. Tomorrow: my favorite film and literary moms