I Hate My Mom Mga Nobela at Kwento

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

When she’s home, it’s hell. She hates me. I don’t know why. Maybe because I look too much like him—my father. Maybe because I was born at all. But I can’t say that out loud. I can’t even let myself think it is too long. Because she’s my mother. Mothers are supposed to love you. Aren’t they?

Because Cameron’s mom never got over a silly crush on a guy she never actually dated? “I’m pretty sure that’s what they said,” he looks at me, concerned. To say I’m shocked is an understatement “Your dad mentioned they used to date.” I say, thinking hard, “Do you think maybe that’s why she hates me so much?” “She hates you because she literally is incapable of not hating everyone.” “She can’t hate everyone,” I frown. I hate the idea of his mother never actually caring for or about him. “She is literally dead inside,” Cameron says with a straight face.

The Luna explained, and that made me cry. At least, I already understand what is going on and my heart was in great pain. No wonder why my mom, Melissa, doesn't want me. She hates me that much, and it's because I am not her real daughter. I started to hate her just because of what she did. My blood was boiling to her.

Not even to myself. But the truth sat between us now; ugly, and irreversible. “I have resented Mom every single day of my life. Do you want to know why?” My voice trembled, but I didn’t stop. “Because of you. I hated that she met you. I hated that she had me. And I hated that she chose to save me instead of herself. Maybe if she hadn’t… maybe you’d have something in your life that didn’t make you so bitter.” His jaw tightened. “You think this is about me being grumpy?”

"You better go make peace with your husband. If anything happens to Ezra, I'll never forgive you. You've ruined my life, and now you want my son to die?" Her words cut deep, and I felt like I was drowning in guilt and fear. As usual, she didn't even want to hear me out. Every mother loves their children but my mom is the reverse case. What exactly did I do to my mom that she hates me with so much passion, I have tried to be the best daughter yet she still hates me. As I walked away from the hospital, lost in thought, Owen's calls went unanswered. I couldn't bear to talk to him, couldn't bear to face the reality of my situation.

And then it hits me. I hate them. Every last person in this room. As a matter of fact, I don’t think I’ve ever hated anyone more than I hate Finn, Lydia, and my mother right now. “Shut up!” I say, cutting Finn off midspeech. They all stop and turn.

It's horrible knowing that my mother thought I hated her. “I don’t hate you, Mom. How could I hate?” I babbled. Yes, I recognized that there were times when I ended up shouting that I hated my parents, but that was as if it were in the heat of the moment because of the temporary anger I was feeling, but I didn't hate my parents. How could I hate them?

Mom raised an eyebrow. “Oh, sweetie, why would you say that?” “She hates me,” I whined. “No, she doesn’t! She’s your mate!” my mom exclaimed. I looked up at her, clearly frustrated. “Mom, you didn’t hear how she spoke to me last night. She looked at me like I was an annoying fly buzzing around her, one she couldn’t shake off!” I slumped further in my chair, feeling sorry for myself. My mom had a small smile playing on her lips. It seemed like she was enjoying my misery a bit too much.

I barked angrily. " You will not talk to your mum that way," my dad shouted, and I let out a hysterical laugh. " Why can't i? Or why won't i?, did you all forget that i am the different one among you all, The filthy and useless daughter of the Edwards Family, i am the one who is hated " I paused trying my best not to cry.