Why I Hate My Mother Book Novels & Stories

"Were I in your shoes, I would have punched every one of us in the face and turned right around. A family destroyed my family. I lost my father. I had to raise myself on my own. I could do things no child should be forced to know at such an age. How don't you hate me?" "I don't hate you. I don't love you, yes, because I'm still bitter. The one I hate is my father because he gave up so easily", I explained. "I hate your mother too, but don't take that personally. As a child, it seemed as if she had snatched him away from me and my father didn't do exactly a good job hiding her." "Is it true you knew instinctively the first night he was with my mother? That you awaited dad by the door knowingl

Sometimes, I even craved to do such things. Some days, I even hated my mother. I hated because of how weak she was. I hated because nothing could change her. I hated her because she was still the kind woman despite being in that place for so long. I hated her because she did not enjoy violence and blood like I did. She tried to teach me morality. I hated her even more for that. And I hated how she could see right through me.

That was the time I truly hated her. But I couldn't defy her because she was my mother and the only person I had in this world. For all her flaws, there was one thing I would never doubt and that was her love for me. She wanted me to grow up to be a respectable man, unlike my father. So I try to hate her less every day. After all, she did what she thought was best for me. But for the past few months, I've come to wonder why I didn't rebel against her. If I had then I wouldn't have to do this. After everyone finds out who I am, I'm sure they'll all hate me. Especially Marianna.

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.

I could not press her harder to avoid suspicion so I let her be. What sort of mother was she? If Mother Crystal could recognize me, there was no way my mother would not have recognized me so why did she not want to speak to me? ‘Calm down,’ my wolf said but I could not calm myself. ‘Why does she hate me?’ I asked. It was a thought I didn’t want to dwell on because with that thought came a hand squeezing my heart.

She no longer hides the hatred she feels for me and it seems like she no longer cares about anything except Logan. "I can't protest! And why I hate you, that's because I didn't recognize you as my child, even though I gave birth to you," my mother hissed in a voice filled with hatred. "Ma'am," said Prim, surprised. He held my mother's knee with a deathly pale face. "Why do you say that?" "Why? He wants to know my reasons and I'm tired of keeping this a secret for so long!" my mother snapped, slapping Prim's hand away from her knee.

Hazel adds bitterly as she takes a few sips and places the cup in the holder. "Hazel," I begin, letting out a sigh. "No mother hates her child. Some are just unfit to be mothers or simply don't know how to be one," I try to reassure her, but she shakes her head, the pain still evident in her eyes. "My mother is selfish," Hazel declares, her voice tinged with bitterness. "She puts herself first on literally everything. You of all people should know. My first encounter with you was when my mother was about to get me killed by a mafia boss because of her selfish interest. Do you know how many times she'd beg me to sell my body just so she could get some worthless cash?" The pain in Hazel's voic

Never! "I hate my mommy so much!" I was suddenly weakened by what she said last night. Suddenly my mother's heart was torn into pieces and that is what I will never forget. She was too young to plant hatred in her heart for me. I know, I deserve that hate from her. Because whose daughter would not be angry with her mother who left her when she was just little.

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?

Kill them. WhY aM i FoRcE tO DeAl WiTh SuCh HuLiMaTiOn? I jUsT wAnTeD hIm To UnDeRsTaNd HoW mUcH pAiN hE cAuSe My MoThEr. GiVe BaCk My MoThEr… YoU kIlL hEr WiTh ThAt FaLsE lOvE oF yOuRs! I miss my mommy… Give her back… Why did she leave me behind? Did she love this man more than she loved me? I don’t ever want to fall in love. I hate love. It took my mommy away. Love is bad and I hate it.