Why I Hate My Mother Book Novels & Stories

“Did they kill mother?” The silence was all the answer she needed. Her legs faltered, and she held onto the table to prevent herself from falling to the ground. Her chest was heaving. “Why?” She yelled. “Why would you do this to us? Why?” “I am sorry, my child. I am really sorry. I hate myself every day that your mother was hurt. I hate that my dealings killed her. I blame myself every single day…” “I hate you so much, father. I hate you! You’re wicked!”

“You want me to congratulate the woman who destroyed my home? Did you send your daughter to ruin my marriage because you can’t stand the thought of seeing me live a happy life? Why do you hate me so much, Mother?!” “It is clear you are not in your right senses,” her mother fired back. “You have always been unreasonable from a young age. Getting lost and killing your father. You have been bad luck to the Rivera household. I refuse to let a curse back into this house.” Her tone was cold and left no room for refusal. “When you are done throwing a tantrum, get out of the house. You don’t belong here. You never did. Did you ask me why I hate you so much? It’s because you should have died. You sho

I let go of him and just like that, he dropped to the ground in a lifeless sway by my feet. I staggered back, running my fingers through my hair as I tried not to let the thoughts of my mother’s suffering consume me. That damn woman. I felt tears prickle my eyes. Why? Why is she doing this to me? Why won’t she let me hate her? Why is she making it so hard for me to despise after everything she’s done? Why did she have to suffer so much? Why does she make me hate myself for not seeing how much she suffered in the past?

I held nothing back in those books. From long before the first time she let Rick touch me while I was her emotional and physical punching bag. The reason her life was so shit. All the blame laid on a child for merely existing. She hated me so much. My own mother, the woman who gave me life. I used to wish she would take it away again and relieve me of a life that was wracked in misery just to stop her loathing me with every fibre. Those books chart a life that’s so shameful that no one should be cursed to read them. Details of things that make me sick to my stomach just pulling back what they contain. I’m surprised they didn’t burn out his eyeballs as he flicked the pages.

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.

That betrayal turned me into the person I am today. Losing my mother at that age was a very difficult thing for me to cope with. I began to despise the people around me because no one had shown me so much love as my mother used to. I loved her. Why then won't I hate the people who killed her in cold blood? I hate Aidan and I will continue hating him till my last breath. As I walk past Tessa, I muttered to myself that this is just the beginning of the war between Aidan and me. He might be the winner now but I am damn sure I will have the last laugh.

It was impossible though. “Won’t you ask me who is she?” he asked me clipping me more to his body. “Who is she?” I asked. I was curious to know who was she that he hates her so much like the hell. “My mother, whose face I already forgot. My mother who left me alone on the streets just to let me suffer alone in this harsh world. She is responsible for the person I am today,” he said with a voice which carried so much of mixed emotions. I could feel his hatred for her in his voice. His resentment for his mother. But along with the hatred and resentment I could find the hurt and broken version of himself in his voice.

VICTORIA'S POV : I hate my mother very much. She is a witch. She has no right to call me her daughter. I always wanted to live with my father but she snatched me and my sister from my father. Because she doesn't want him to win over her. For her , Her ego is everything. When we went out of food and things and my sister was starving to death she used me as a bait.

It was meant to be just Kitty and I left but now, mom has sent Kitty to heaven and I sat there just watching. I hate mom. I hate her so much. I hate her because she took my sister away from us. I hate her because she left us. I hate her because she made dad cry. I hate her because she made Kitty cry. I hate her because she made Liam cry. I hate her so much. I will always hate her.

Sure, people in Atolon made us feel special but the care I received here was nowhere near the admiration they bestowed upon us. Yet I knew I shan’t get too soft in my enemy’s territory. I also learned I shouldn’t generalize the people of Madreign for the sin their fellows committed and they didn’t even have any clue about it. I sighed. Going here led me into too much confusion about what I feel, but there’s one thing I’m utterly sure I feel. That is, I hate myself. I hate myself for hating Madreign and loving some parts of it. I hate myself for doing something rude to my enemy’s people and feel bad about it because they knew nothing. I hate myself for . . . blaming all of them because of my