Novel & Cerita Why I Hate My Mother Book

All those years, every time the system marked my failures… It was because her software was nothing more than a ridiculous, flawed piece of code. I had tried so hard to do everything right. However, she would rather believe the judgment of a machine than look at me with her own eyes and see whether I had truly tried. To her, every explanation I gave was just proof that I was being lazy. So, again and again, she pushed me closer to my end. "No!" My mom grabbed her hair and screamed. She suddenly rushed forward, trying to smash the phone. "This thing shouldn't exist in the world! It's the source of everything that went wrong. It must be destroyed!"

, I say in a voice that is nothing more than a whisper, a voice that comes from somewhere inside me I had never explored, a child's voice, a voice that is afraid, a voice that hurts, a voice that hopes, a voice that believes, a voice that loves, a voice that says "I hated you, Mom, I hated you, I hated you so strongly, for so long, so deeply, that I forgot who I was, where I came from, where I was going, what I wanted, what I hoped for, what I believed, what I loved, I hated you for having abandoned me, left me, forgotten me, I hated you for not coming back, for not having looked for me, for not having found me, for not having loved me, I hated you for leaving me with Sabrina, with that woma

Because to her, she was the reason why father was like that. She said father hated her because he was forced to marry her. He was nice to her at the beginning, but things changed, and because of her, father fell out with grandfather, and his hatred grew. Mother, not wanting them to hate each other more, will never speak of father's behaviour, and she dragged me into hell, too. And there was never a time I didn't hate it. I hated it so much, and worse, I hated myself the more. I hated being born and hated the darkness that surrounds me.

LIAM'S POV "Why does your mother hate you?" The question caught her off guard. Her shoulders deflated, but I was determined to get to the root of the matter. I can't have her carrying a burden that was clearly not hers to bear. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "You have nothing to be sorry for." "No, you don't understand. I am a very terrible daughter. I know why my mother behaves that way to me. And she's right to hate me. I would hate me too."

"Me too." I could never understand my mother's behavior, why she didn't love me. Why was he always looking at me with hatred or disgust while looking at Eylul with love? Sometimes a terrible whirlwind was burning inside me, wanting to know these things. I placed my hands on her arms and screamed, 'Why are you doing this to me, Mother?' I wanted to shake it. Thousands of words that were clacking and searching for their meaning were roaring in my brain like bleeding wounds because their shells were torn off.

‘When I look at you, I hate what I see,’ my mother had said to me, ‘I hate the emptiness in your eyes, I hate the fact that you believe your life is over simply because ‘he’ isn’t in it. I couldn’t blame my mother for thinking that. I couldn’t even blame her if she hated me right now, because I hated myself too. “Seven months,” I thought to myself, “Is more than enough time to learn to stop loving.”

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.

I was full of hope at that time that my mother would say yes. But my mother just sized me up in disgust. “Stop pretending. You’ve been horrible since you were a child. You ran away just so that you didn’t have to give blood to Sully, and you’re doing the same thing now. You’re not leaving this house.” The textbooks all spoke of mothers being the most gentle of angels, but my mother was like a demon. She hated me and wanted me dead immediately. I could not help it. I cried. My voice even trembled. “Mom, sometimes, I really wished that you didn’t give birth to me.”

I felt offended by his words but then again. I doubted him first and if we didn’t communicate, then he and I will have many problems. So, I decided to explain myself. “I am not sad because of him. I am sad because I never got what my mother just gave her daughter.” I sighed pouring myself a glass of water. “I thought I was over the fact that my mother didn’t love me. I thought I accepted that she will never love me as much as she loved Lissa. But seeing how sweet she was with her just now, hurt me. Made me envious of Lisaa. She got mother’s love while I got her hatred and resentment.” Father placed down the cup he was holding,

"I should probably let go because I'm never going to win against Lexi Bradford anyway." "Jace is dating that witch?" My mother asked suddenly. "In that case, you can do so much better. Forget him!" Even without wanting to, I found myself laughing. The fact that she had called her that intrigued me. I hated Lexi but I didn't know I shared the same sentiment with my mother. Why did she hate her though? I didn't even know she knew her. "Mom, be nice," I stated with a laugh. "She hasn't done anything to you anyway." My goal was to get my Mom talking so I would know why she hated her and it worked.