I Hate My Mom Novels & Stories

I found a spot to hide them away, but I never could bring myself to use them. Even though their family moved away, Mom's hatred toward me remained. The older I grew, the more she despised me. Recently, Mom's gaze toward me carried an even more calculating look. It was as if I wasn't her daughter but a rival trying to steal her husband. Being stared at by her like that sent chills down my spine, but thankfully, I found solace at school. Through all these years, despite countless times I thought of giving up, seeing Tiana at school always comforted me. It felt like all the suffering I endured was just so I could meet someone as angelic as her.

She snaps again, but I can only shed tears. "Wow! Here I was, thinking that your mom just hated you for no reason, but now I guess you were also flirting with her husband which brought about the hatred..." "Just stop it, please! Stop..." "Or what? You'll slap me? I dare you to do that and spend the rest of your life six feet under the ground," She snaps at me again, and I break down in tears. My mom indeed hates me, but why is she reminding me of the pain? Why does she have to tell me how much that woman detests me?

Octavius asks, and I nod without hesitation. It feels so natural to open up to Octavius that the words flow from my mouth without a second thought. "I hate him. I think he is an awful person. He is beyond selfish. He acts as if he is the only person in the world. He has broken my mother's heart so many times. He is a good-looking man, so women throw themselves at him. It's disgusting to me," I admit, and Octavius watches me with concerned eyes. "And how do you feel about your mom," he asks, and I sigh.

She looked around the mess in the room and made her way over to me. I rushed into her arms and began to cry. "Mom, I hate the moon goddess! I hate her! Why can't she just let us make our own decisions? Who the hell does she think she is? She's ruining my life. I hate her!" My mom was shocked at my sudden outburst but she didn't reprimand. Instead she stroked my back gently and hushed me softly, "Don't say such things about the moon goddess. You will only anger her. She does things in our favor."

I had never seen his parents, not even their pictures around the house but he seemed to like his mom. “ My mom died when I was very young and my dad hated me for it, ” he scoffed. “ That's absurd. Why would he hate you for something you had no control over? How was it your fault that your mom died? ” I felt so defensive and angry on his behalf.

I remained not moving in my place and just stared at my mom's suitcase. My mom stared at me while gritting her teeth before lowering her head to my dad. I always wonder why she loathes me. But I think I already know. "When she's dead." I feel like someone stab me in my chest. My mother who I adored and loved so much wants me dead. Is that how she despises my existence? My shoulders began shaking as a sob escaped into my lips. I bit my lower lip to suppressed my cries but it didn't work.

I couldn't keep thinking of that dream, even though it had felt so real. "It's all Mira's fault," Mom said, suddenly angry. "She did this to you. She put you in this condition, and now, that mother of hers is going to let her wriggle out of it with her lies!" Another minefield. I knew my mother. I knew she would be furious if anyone hurt me, but this... This looked a lot like hatred. But why would she have such a strong dislike for people she had never met before? Unless… she had?

I don’t know why we decided to go here… to grandpa and grandma’s tomb, I guess we both find comfort here… we both know we have something to talk about aside from the fact that he was there to watch me model. “I’m assuming that you know now?” He didn’t even hesitate to ask that. I nodded. “Pearl told me.” I bit my lips I want to ask a lot of question but I’m scared… I gather all the courage that I have left and seriously look at dad. “Is that why mom hated me so much?” “No… she doesn’t hate you.” “Yes she does. She hates me so much that she scold me too much that I couldn’t take it anymore… does she remind me of Lauren?”

Hard enough to make the screen crack. "Oh, God? What is it, honey?" said my mom into my room anxiously. "I hate you, I hate everything, I hate, I hate my life" I shouted increasingly frustrated. my mom was forced to touch me, and again I felt the pain on my skin "Arghhhhhh" I shouted, I struggled to grab my hair. My heart hurts more than my recurring illness. "Oh my God, Grisella stop. Look at your body, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, "said my mom.

So now, I am just here, sitting in the darkness with my heart full of hate. I hate her and I am talking about my mom. I hate her so much. She left without me. She chose herself over her own daughter. I hate her for all the years she kept telling me I was special and destined for greatness and that one day, we would rule the Brimstone Pack together and destroy anyone who stood in our way. Lies. All of it. She fed me nothing but lies and more lies! Three days ago, she got the chance to leave this rotten hell and she would have saved both of us, but no.