I Hate My Mom Novels & Stories

“You need to let it go.” I stopped chewing for a second, surprised by what she said. I finished my food before I swallowed. “Meaning?” “You’ve been pissed since I mentioned my mom earlier. It’s the only explanation for your mood swing.” “It’s not a mood swing. I’m always ticked.” “Well, you’re more ticked than usual.” “I hate your mother. You think that’s ever going to change?” I gripped my fork so hard it hurt my fingertips. “Fuck me as good as you want, but my hatred will never settle. Your family ruined my life. They will pay for what they did.”

“Bullshit.” “Fine,” she said, folding her arms across her chest, and I had to fight myself not to let my eyes linger on the full sets seated there. “I can't stand your mother, and that is because she is unbearable. Your father, however, never gave me a reason to hate him; he was doing the job of a concerned parent. I also do not hate Nina; she was kind to me.” That meant the enemies were Ivory and me, but I didn’t say it out loud.

She swings her head angrily and in angst. Her remembrance and description of her husband reminds me of my mother. Now I see why she hates me so much. I guess just like Aurora's father hated her because of her blindness, my mom hates because of my scarred face. I guess sef forgets and thinks that I am the one that created myself. “I wish you were my mom,”I think out loud. I don’t even know when I hockey this thought out loud.

"It's getting annoying; I hate the suspense. I hate that I can't figure out where we going or what we'll be doing." Of course, they were neither going camping, relaxing at a spa, touring a Museum, viewing a comedy show, going on a shopping spree, having fun with pottery, or karaoke. Her mother had turned down the chances of the few she'd guess and the rest were naturally eliminated based on experience.

dad yelled at mom. "What honey!! Becky helped Elina with her escape plan" mom said. "Mom I hate you so much, you're a monster" "Even if you hate me so much, even if I'm an unwanted child, why are you always bent on making my life miserable" I cried out. "You wanna know why, that's because I hated you since the day you were born" mom replied with no sign of remorse. "From today onward, I regard you as a stranger and nothing more," I said between gritted teeth and ran out.

I know that you think that I am the subject one ahd I do just desecfe anything , but I am going to make this do like and clear to you . Your mom isn’t someone who really loved you or even thought of caring about you , all that she really cared about was herself , she was so selfish to the fore shd put herseke forst in evrything shd fidht even mind what I had to say or what would happen to me or the child that sge had birth . I never did a thing to get , snd I don’t care when she died because she killed hers eke . The fact that she died had got nothing to do with me shd I do not care about that .

She spat. Feeling my mouth with my fingers, I didn't know what else to say anymore. "Is it bent for real?" I asked myself, still checking properly, with hot beads of tears rolling down my cheeks. "I don't just know why mom hates me.. I don't know what I've done wrong to her to warrant this hatred." "Yes, I hate you! The pains you've caused me is way worse than what I ever envisaged in my life!" Mom voiced, bitterly, as dad was busy pulling her out of my room.

she close her eye like remembering the event " was it bad to want a parents love. I wish she could show me half the love your mom showed you. If you're wondering why I hated you so much, I swear I have never hated you. I just hate the way my mom love you more than me, her own daughter. Anytime we go back home after visiting you guys, my mom always brag how she wished you were her daughter instead of me " " I hate it when she say such thing. I felt like hurting myself to stop the pain and the anguish feeling I had. I always question myself that what wrong have I done to my mother to make her hate me so much" she look at me with eyes full of tears.

Never! "I hate my mommy so much!" I was suddenly weakened by what she said last night. Suddenly my mother's heart was torn into pieces and that is what I will never forget. She was too young to plant hatred in her heart for me. I know, I deserve that hate from her. Because whose daughter would not be angry with her mother who left her when she was just little.

My mom's anger was palpable, a familiar sting in her tone, “Don’t be like your dad, Isabella. You’re just following his path.” “Will you please stop it, Mom?” I pressed my lips together, trying to contain my frustration. It hurt to hear her compare me to my dad, especially after everything that had happened. My dad’s affair had shattered our family. My mom had caught him with another woman, and the betrayal had cut deep. I understood her pain because I was going through something similar. My ex had cheated on me with my best friend, Nikita, and the betrayal still felt raw. I couldn't bring myself to suggest my mom patch things up with my dad, knowing how disrespectful and painful that would