Why I Hate My Mother Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

Deep ones, "She used to go there to see me sometimes, only to check if I was still alive. Sometimes she would take me home to her family, with the rest of my happy cousins like Brody and I would see how their moms treated them, like they loved them. So it was only clearer that my mom hated me." "But, why?" I ask, without being able to understand. A mother doesn't just hate her son, that goes against nature. "Because I've always been a smartass. Too rough, too rude, too arrogant. Too smart. I know things I shouldn’t know… I don’t know how, I just do. That angered her, when I was right. She sent me the fuck away so I could stop saying all the things I knew," he says and that makes even less se

My mother had made her choice, just as I had made mine, and there was no going back. As the minutes ticked by, I forced myself to take deep breaths, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside me. I had to be strong, for my baby, for Noah, for myself. I couldn't let my mother's cruelty break me. I wiped my tears away and stood up, determined to move forward, no matter how much it hurt. I would find a way to heal, to build a life filled with love and happiness, even if my parents weren't a part of it. “Why do they hate me so much?” I muttered.

“I hate her so much,” Bree cried as she buried her face on Caspian’s arms, her tears streaming freely down her cheek. She hates her so much, her very own mother. If she was given a chance to choose her mother, she would’ve never chosen Nary, the woman who always made her feel like shit, the woman who was no mother and was just a birth giver. No mother would harm their daughter’s mindset without even a ounce of regret. Her hatred for her keeps increasing day by day.

" I could see the pain in her eyes as she spoke. It was clear that she had been hurt by her mother's experience, and that she was afraid of history repeating itself. “My mother never really talked much about him even when I asked which pack is he living in now so I could find him. I guess the hurt was too much... So after I found my purpose, I became a lone wolf to find my father and understand why he left me and my mother and did not claim my mother as his mate and allowed her to suffer so much pain and shame alone until she died...." I could see tears gathering in her eyes. I knew that she was saying her mind and the hurts she felt inside. I placed a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. “W

Their low IQ dumb brain has no match for me. Unlike other kids who are rebellious because of their situation. I am different, I never disobey nor rebel to my mother. I love her so much to the core that I do all my best to be a good daughter to her I nver give her a headache. Opposite of how much I love my mother my hatred to my unknown father is huge and bizzarre that no one could ever measure. I am studying hard to get a stable job and give my beloved mother a convenient life at the same tiime I am doing this for my hated father as well.

Damn it! I saw how a lone tear escaped my mother's eyes and it pains me seeing her in that situation. I'm not that heartless. She's still my mother a d I know that it's all in the past but I still can't help myself from feeling this. This overflowing feeling of hatred is already taking over my whole body and It seems not to notice whom it will affect already.

I had my head leaked, and now my mother took me to the hospital as if she cared about me the most. If I hate my innocent parents, I will hate my mother with my heart, whole soul, and body! In fact, to death! All the chaos in my life is because of the mother, because of the mother's teachings, or to the selfishness of the mother. Can mother not to press my life?

Because Cameron’s mom never got over a silly crush on a guy she never actually dated? “I’m pretty sure that’s what they said,” he looks at me, concerned. To say I’m shocked is an understatement “Your dad mentioned they used to date.” I say, thinking hard, “Do you think maybe that’s why she hates me so much?” “She hates you because she literally is incapable of not hating everyone.” “She can’t hate everyone,” I frown. I hate the idea of his mother never actually caring for or about him. “She is literally dead inside,” Cameron says with a straight face.

I couldn't keep thinking of that dream, even though it had felt so real. "It's all Mira's fault," Mom said, suddenly angry. "She did this to you. She put you in this condition, and now, that mother of hers is going to let her wriggle out of it with her lies!" Another minefield. I knew my mother. I knew she would be furious if anyone hurt me, but this... This looked a lot like hatred. But why would she have such a strong dislike for people she had never met before? Unless… she had?

When she’s home, it’s hell. She hates me. I don’t know why. Maybe because I look too much like him—my father. Maybe because I was born at all. But I can’t say that out loud. I can’t even let myself think it is too long. Because she’s my mother. Mothers are supposed to love you. Aren’t they?