I Hate My Family Novels & Stories

“Oh…that? I haven’t met her particularly since she was born. I can’t bother myself with something of no value. That family grates on my nerves for some reason. I would go as far as saying that I hate them. I share my parents’ feelings about them.” I balked, stepping away from the door. Partly because of the hate I heard in Chyra’s voice, and partly because my mind had told me to. But I didn’t consider my mind’s individuality at the moment, rather on Chyra’s hate.

I could easily blame them for half of my life’s problems, because I was always distracted at work, at school, at every single thing I set to do for myself. It was a crazy feeling, I felt a lot of things and I had experienced a lot of things I didn’t know how to feel anymore. I just wish I could wake up one day to Denis gone, and my memory wiped. I wouldn’t wish this on anyone else not even my worst enemy. It is true what they say, family will hurt you.

“Stop being so difficult all of the time. Understand that not everyone wants the worst for you. Why is that so hard for you to believe?” I stop myself from giving an answer and step away from him. He releases my arm immediately and I turn away from him and wrap my arms around my body. It’s hard for me to believe that because my mother hates me and always has. My brothers have never liked me and have always used every opportunity over the years to degrade me and make me feel like a stranger amongst them. My father, the only one who has ever shown me kindness, has now given up on me. How am I not supposed to doubt everyone’s intentions when my own family has turned their backs on me for a whil

I paused to catch my breath. "I can tolerate you insulting me to some extent but I can never tolerate you insulting my family. So, I will advise you to keep my family out of your filthy mouth! I hope you will not insult me again after today but if you choose to, just remember not to ever mention my family let alone insult them. My family means the world to me and I love them dearly," I paused to catch my breath.

Since the start of my life, I already have a problem with my family- my mother who left me early and my dad whom I don't know and as years pass by, it's becoming worse that I can't even accept every bit of it. Family... It has been one of the worst things that happened to me- except for my mom, of course. I have no reason to be mad at her but my dad... Maybe I have longed to have a family since I was born and I'm always praying to have one that I can forgive him for something that he did just like letting me leave alone in this cruel world but not in things and situations like these. This is far different than that one. In some cases, family relationships are kinda toxic. They usually protec

Love, even. I have parts of family left, even if it mainly is a bit fucked up, nobodys life is 100% normal, perfect or without some bits that are fucked. And truth be told, my family is more than just a bit fucked up. It is indeed screwed up so bad that I would rather live with goats and sheep, but I guess this is just the way its meant to be, otherwise why are we on earth? Is it some type of punishment that we have to deal with? Live with? Live through? I really hope not. This time has to be different. It will be different

"Not in the way my brothers did. My mother never saw me as her daughter. Because of all of you." Gasps rang out. "You made her ashamed of me," I continued. "You convinced her that I was something to be embarrassed about. And she let herself believe it. My brothers—except Blake—treated me the same way. My father was indifferent. Never cruel, but never loving, either. Like I was just something that existed in his house. "I don’t say this for pity," I added, my voice sharp. "I say this because you need to understand what your hatred does. You made my own family ashamed of me before I even had a chance."

In their eyes, I was unfit for their son. “I'm so sorry, Eric.” "No, I found it on the internet while scrolling on my newsfeed. I'm planning to make it my house in the near future." "Oh. I'm so happy for you. You should start to separate from your family if they become suffocating already," I stated. "But still, regardless of how our family reacts and treats us, you should not hate them, Eric. I know how difficult it is to lose them in a blink of an eye." My voice nearly shook as painful memories of my family flashed inside my mind.

I chose to listen since I had no energy to speak unless I needed to. “I’m well familiar with the feeling of hate among families and I know that when that hate is fueled it leads to the worst of things.” “Yea…” The water dripped down my bangs and landed in the liquid on the floor creating a tiny ripple, “Except that, it’s not how families are supposed to be like.” “I know,” He said, “But some of us just aren’t blessed enough.” I let out a soft sarcastic chuckle, “Or maybe it’s our own fault that the blessing was taken away from us.”

“ You are right. My family hates me, and I am far worse than you will ever be. ” A moment of silence passes between us, but she doesn’t leave. My memories play before my eyes like a movie scene. “ They hate me for no apparent reason. Or maybe there is a reason, but I will never find out. ” I nod to myself. “ but your family doesn’t hate you, Ania. Instead, they love you. They love you so much that they feel your suffering as their own, that they can do anything and everything to protect you from the slightest of harm. ”