I Hate My Family Novels & Stories

She stood there blankly but the robot dog in her arms was still barking, so the sight was strangely funny. Her face pale, she unconsciously stepped back, trying to escape this chaotic vortex. "Stop!" A hoarse roar came from Dad. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at my already cold corpse on the operating table. Then, he looked at his wife struggling on the floor and his son howling with his head in his hands. He suddenly charged at Carrie and grabbed her throat, his voice filled with endless regret and madness. "It's your fault! It's all your fault! You ruined our family! Give me back my Jasmine!"

I asked in a voice of disbelief. "Of course, we will..." He replied nonchalantly. "O-Okay..." I replied, looking straight at his face, wanting to see the sincerity in his eyes. Why do I suddenly feel like I don't want him to go with me? Maybe I just don't want to witness the hate and disgust in his eyes when he sees my family. Yes, my family might indeed be users and exploitative, but they were still my family. They were my blood and my kin, so no matter how bad and unfair they are, by the end of the day, the fact still remains that they were my family and I love them unconditionally.

“At least you had a family who loved you. My parents wanted me dead the day I was born because of my gender but they couldn’t. They favored my brother too much. My achievements were never anything to be proud of for them. I love them though. They are my family after all. How can I hate them?” I smiled at him sarcastically and continued.

The fact that I was free from her crazy family really amuses me , I didn’t want to see their goddamn disgusting faces ever again . The fact that those stupid grandparents of mine never loved me and all that they had ever done was to make sure that they got to be with their stupid words , it wasn’t my fault that my mom was a slut and had me while she was still a teenager , I don’t see reasons why anyone should be blamed for that , but those stupid family of mine hated me , they hated me and my existence and I know that most times they wish that I died with my family too , I knew that they didn’t like , she could never hide the hate that they had for me , I didn’t know why they always acted th

If I am not arguing with Luciano then I am doing so with Aurora and if not Aurora then it is with mother. Am I that bad of a person that everyone in this family literally hates every single thing I do? Aurora hates me for reasons unknown to me and Mother has seemingly joined the clique. What did I ever do to this family? I did not want to get married to Luciano at first, yes I admit it that, but ever since I did get married, I have been trying to be a good daughter inlaw and a human being to everyone. Why do they just hate me? Why force me into this marraige when they all hate me?!

He approaches me. I show my middle finger to him to which he laughs out. "But brother,there is something very intriguing." He talks again, making me restless. "Now, what is it? I agreed to come to lunch. What else do you want?" I ask, annoyed to death. Seldom I consider the idea that mother is not the only reason I hate my family so bad. My siblings have a great contribution to my growing hatred. Their childish behaviour. "Why is a girl like Meera with you?" He asks, cringing.

She is the reason my family was destroyed and so was my childhood. she took everything away from me i know it's not her fault but i can't stop hating her! Do i hate her? How much i don't want to admit i don't hate hate but its true or i don't know it's complicated. ughhh leave it. i got up, did my usual morning routine and buried myself into work! today i didn't felt frustrated at all otherwise everyday i yell at at least 5 people for not doing their simple fucking jobs right way.

Because of this, everyone believed I owed Jenna—including Jenna herself. I had been forced to donate blood to her since childhood. My arms were covered with scars from countless needle punctures. The constant transfusions weakened my immune system, leaving me sick most of the time. My family often complained about the trouble I caused but continued to shower Jenna with affection. Jenna also resented me for excelling at school. She destroyed my trophies and tore up my certificates, but my family brushed it off, calling my achievements vain and meaningless. When a boy she liked wrote me a love letter, she rallied a group at school to bully me. My family scolded me for being promiscuous and loc

She was insulting me and my family and I couldn’t take it any longer. “Why do you hate me so much? What have I done to you? It is understandable if you hate me, but not my unborn child; my child has done nothing wrong to you to deserve such an insult.” I asked, with tears running down my cheeks. “I dispise you, Maddy! I hate you and everything that is associated with you. That child can never be born into this family; that child can never be a Marshal! I will see to that. Your family is broke, and my friends will laugh at me; they are already doing that because of the stunt you pulled at the family dinner. I would get rid of that child if I were you, Maddy, because you can never be accepted

I asked on getting to the convenience room. "Everything went well. What's going on in the party?" He asked. "I hate my family. I'm allergic to them," I replied angrily.