I Hate My Mom Novels & Stories

I say as I pull her in a hug. “Do you know I have a mom but she hates me and a lot. She doesn’t want to see the sight of me but I still love her so much. She hates me because I have caused a huge harm to her heart but still she is my mom and every cells of me deserves to call her mom,” I say. “Why does she hate you?” she asks. “Just… I just made her lose the most loveable person of hers, my dad. She loved my dad a lot,” I say with a smile.

Do you ever think of that? Let: A lot. I’m like, what if you are someone I know and maybe hate. Lmao. I don’t hate anyone btw, all the hate is reserved for my mother. Lol. As much of an asshole as she is, I miss her sometimes. Is that crazy? Does that make me a wuss? I feel like it does, it makes me pathetic. She’s the only living parent I have and I don’t want to spend the rest of my life hating her but she’s not making any effort. Haha, I digressed. Sorry not sorry. I really hope you find your Mister right or you find Mister left and bring him to the right. Did you laugh?

I regret not choosing you. I regret directing all my hatred for your mom towards you. You suffered because of my intense resentment towards your mom. It's because you resemble your mom so much that every time I look into your eyes, I still feel the pain. I regret letting myself be blinded by malice and greed. I loved your mom so much that I couldn't accept you immediately.

“You won’t understand if I do. Heck, you might even disown me for it.” “Sierra, you can’t know that. I’m your mother, the woman who raised, loved, and cared for you. There’s nothing I won’t understand. You just need to talk to me.” My mother’s eyes softened, her shoulders relaxed, and her voice took on a tremulous quality as she struggled to find the right words. “I’m sorry, Mom, but I’d rather have you mad at me than hate me for the rest of my life. I truly love you, but there are some things some parents won’t understand.” A lone tear rolled down my cheek, my heart breaking as the seconds drummed on.

Her eyes are saying, fine, you have asked for this, Plinio. "First of all, I really had a great time here. Thank you for that." Her tone doesn't quite match her words but I know she's frustrated at me and her words are genuine so I nod, pressing my lips together. "Secondly," she crosses her arms. "Why do you hate your Mom?" "Don't you remember? My mom cheated on my Dad and was going to leave me with that monster for another monster!" "You don't know any of that! She never admitted to it."

My mom adds as they keep walking closer. "Please don't say that." I sob. "I love him too." "No! You don't!" My dad shouts. "The truth is, you never care about anyone else. You are so greedy and jealous that you can't even tolerate the happiness of Tessa." Mom says. "No, please!" My back touches the cold and rough surface of the wall. "We shouldn't have let you be born." "You are evil." "Your family and friends hate you because of how you are!"

She thought her mother would understand her but just like her father, she just sees her as an object too. "I hate you," she whispered. "I hate dad. I hate being born into this kind of family. I hate being your daughter. I hate everything that happened in my life and I will always hate the two of you for ruining my life." She softly sobbed. "I hate having you as my own mother." She still caught the pain in her mother's eyes before she ran towards the bathroom and slammed the door. She hated everyone in this house right now.

“Someone told me about it, and I knew you would go running to Rosy to help her. I have told you to stay away from her, haven’t I? Why won’t you listen to me?” “I love Rosy, Mom, and I’m not letting her go. Do your worst!” I snapped. Mom huffed, wheezed towards me, and landed a heavy slap on my cheeks. My cheeks reddened immediately. “I will never let Rosy come back to the Thompson family,” she swore. I swallowed the blood that formed in my mouth. “Why do you hate her so much?” I whispered. “I don’t know, I just hate her,” Mom shrugged, and I scoffed.

“Oh damn…my mom is here.” Those six words just about tilted my world on its axis. I don't do Moms, they never liked me. Even mine doesn't like me very much because she thinks I was the reason for her misfortune, like she wasn't the one for mine.

The horror in her eyes as I spoke those hateful words. And still, no tears come now. Only the haunting echo of my voice, raw with teenage fury. I hate you, Mom.