Why I Hate My Mother Book Novels & Stories

"You do not disgust me." I frowned. "You are such a liar," I stated flatly. "You might have your father's face. But you have your mother's eyes. Dark, empty, conniving, and judgemental. I am the one who is disgusted. Yeah. If there is anyone in this story you should be disgusted by, it should be your mother. She is the reason you are going through this. If she had just stopped covering things that didn't belong to her. If she has just stopped trying to steal what belonged to me. You wouldn't be in this predicament. So hate her. Not me." I released my grip, but I didn't let go completely. I liked the way my hands fit into his throat perfectly. I had complete control. Whether he deserved to br

"How did you manage to resist your own parents? Maybe that's what your Mother was upset about so she rejects you now." I still don’t regret that I did the right thing. I will have no regrets even if my own Mother rejects me in this world. What matters is that what I stand for is right. “Because I know what my Mother is doing is wrong. Everything she is doing now is rooted in anger and hatred so the result will be bad. She was fed up with anger and the desire to increase her power. She is greedy for those things.”

"You didn't care that Julia was suffering from severe heatstroke. You didn't believe it when a student reported her condition to you. You even stopped Mr. Hodge when he was trying to save her! So you're afraid that people might accuse you of playing favorites, huh?" Dad slowly stepped closer to Mom. "Congratulations. You made it. No one will dare accuse you of playing favorites now. "Everyone in this world now knows that you, Monica Campbell, are the strictest and most impartial woman alive—and you achieved that by sacrificing your daughter's life. How the hell are you even fit to be called a mother?" He practically shouted at the last few words. Mom's knees buckled, and her body slid right

You are the only person I have left. My hold on the doorknob was so strong that it broke. I turned around, not holding back the lava boiling in my stomach, or the way the blood in my veins roared. My knuckles were pale, and I wished I could just hit something hard. “Why!” I screamed at her. “Why are you not letting me hate you the way I should. Why! Why can’t I accept that I am not your daughter, the way you always reminded me? Why can’t you just let me get the satisfaction of hating you back, Mom? Why do I love you so much? Why do I have such a tender heart?”

Realizing it, I felt tears gather in my eyes. “Whatever! Go seek therapy!” I screamed at the phone. “You ruined my life too! I never asked to be here! You don’t know how much of a mess my mental health is—how much self-confidence I lack because of you! You’re my mother… so why are you my first hater? Why do you think I’m not good enough for your love? And my father… you chose him! You chose the devil you complain about! What does that have to do with me? Quit hating me, Mother! I did nothing wrong!

I hated the way I suddenly felt so weak or maybe it was because the women I love so much and called my mother never loved me but all of that was just a big schem in her good Percy plan just so her daughter can have everything. Do you know how much I hate you rains, I Dan sswraf on my life that I hated every divert of you being ahd if I had the chance , I would have killed you a long find ago. You face reminded me of that bitch, she thought she could steal my man but I just shows her wfk the real bitch was. My blind hitched in betteeen themselves as I turn to look at her, the sudden realization hitting me. You killed my mother ? She lets out a physcotic laugh almost like a tusnt shd then smil

“You’re pathetic. And the craziest thing is, somehow, you’ve managed to charm Ryan into thinking he loves you. The man is obsessed with you. I don’t know what he sees. I have five children and a good number of grandchildren, and yet you don’t have any. But he’s still here, fighting to keep you. Calling me like a maniac to talk sense into you. I don’t know one man who could do that. For god’s sake, what the man wants is a child. Let him have it. Let him fuck the entire world. At the end of the day, he’s still yours. Stop pissing him off.” The words are like a slap. In that moment, I realize the name of the feeling I’ve had for my mother all these years. I wasn't sure of it before, but I am no

“This cage you’ve built around me, you’ve locked her out. You’ve made her hate me. Now she’s taking my children away.” My mother smiled. “If she hated you so easily, then she was never worth your time in the first place. Besides, you can make more kids with Renee now.” I almost hit her. My arms were trembling. They wanted to hit something. I turned around and punched the wall as I felt the entire echo in the house. I then turned to my mother. “You ruined everything and I hate you for that.” “I’m your mother,” she smiled. “I know. And I hate you.” I turned around and walked away in anger. For the first time in so many years, I truly felt powerless.

I needed to understand what kind of person could turn on the woman who had done so much for her. And I could tell from the way she made faces while I spoke–she couldn’t care less. She didn’t give a damn. “Blah blah blah! Shouldn’t that be reason enough for you to hate her?” she asked, dropping truth bombs that hit hard. She wasn’t wrong. Anyone else might have hated their parents, but not me. Especially because I knew what my mother had gone through. “After what my mother suffered that trauma,” I grunted. Her eyes locked on the tear rolling down my cheek.

I looked at my mother, waiting for her to defend me, yet she said nothing. "I'm not surprised," I said as I closed the door and went to work. On my way to work, I swallowed any emotion from that dumb altercation. What he said didn't hurt me, but my mother's inability to fight for her own daughter frustrated me and made me want to hate her. Those thoughts made me feel even more frustrated. How could a child hate her own mother?