Why I Hate My Mother Book Novels & Stories

“Then, do you know why I hate you?“ I shouldn't have said the word, but I couldn't help it. For the first time since we'd met, I told him I hated him, I blurted out the word that'd been in the depth of my heart for a very long time. “I have no idea.“ He sighed, leaning against the white bench, his lips pursed. “You know, my mother was my favorite person in the world. Can you guess why?“ I pressed my lips together. Why was he bringing up his family, his mother? Why was he being open to me? Why on earth does he care if I hate him or not? “Because..“ I swallowed, rubbing my bare knee, “because she loved you?“ “Despite my flaws.“ He smiled, his eyes fixed on mine now. “She didn't care about the

Don’t show weakness. Surely my mother would consider last night a moment of weakness. She would never understand the dynamic of Chaos, Elliot, and I. I’m happy, but happiness has never been the goal for me. Not in her eyes anyways. But now that I know she’s not my real mother, I understand why she’s always hated me. I just wish she would have chosen distance over brutality.

"I'm sorry, but I can't accept this. you need to leave." Her mother said cold and kept glancing behind her to make sure no one was coming... Gina scoffed and squeezed the wedding invitation that she was holding in her hand... her heart felt like a spear was run through it. "Do you hate me that much? I'm your daughter for crying out loud! Why do you hate me so much... you never called or visited... you didn't care that I had to live with Dad! You never did care about me... you abandoned me... and I don't care about that; I just want you to come to my wedding, and you can't even do that for me!" Gina Burst out in anger... her lips trembling a little as tears threatened to fall from her eyes, a

“Bullshit.” “Fine,” she said, folding her arms across her chest, and I had to fight myself not to let my eyes linger on the full sets seated there. “I can't stand your mother, and that is because she is unbearable. Your father, however, never gave me a reason to hate him; he was doing the job of a concerned parent. I also do not hate Nina; she was kind to me.” That meant the enemies were Ivory and me, but I didn’t say it out loud.

My mom had not been the best to me but the last thing that I would ever do is try to leave this house that would only make her more mad . I wasn’t going to leave I didn’t want to see that look in her face that would make her think that I had turned bad just because she just let me leave the house for a few days , I wouldn’t let her have that fucking imprisoned of me , that was never going to happen no matter how much I tried to make it look . I laid on the bed removing all the things that I had Done . My mom hated me , why did she have to hate me this much . I was her only daughter .

she sneers at me as I cry. She lights another cigarette while I vomit in a potted plant from the pain. She takes an inhale, gripping my chin so that her sharp long nail dig into my skin. She blows that smoke into my face. "I'm not your mother. You are too weak to be my child." Her words lance my heart, making it hurt. My mother doesn't love me. She hates me. I'm a horrible child. She blames me for my father's death. I don't understand why. No one could have predicted a heart attack at thirty-one years of age.

The woman she wished her birth mother should have been like. "Okay Hun, take a deep breath and when you have the words let them out." She took a deep breath, she closed her eyes tears welding up faster than she could control. "I was abused- I hate myself because I too weak. I hate my mother because she hates me for tempting the wrong attention. I hate my pack because instead of intervening their great idea was to imprison me with that same person so it is not considered a sin. I hate the fact my nature because it stole everything from me. I hate that I sometimes fear Noah.

Again. And again. The memories of the past make it hard to breathe, and my mother’s voice fills the room, making it impossible to focus on anything else. “You’ve ruined my life, Meryn. I hate you.” Looking back now, I realize that I never really knew my mother. She didn’t love me. She hated me, and as I slowly sink into darkness, I feel more tears slip down my cheek. Why was I even born?

Maybe it is because of the sins of my father that they hate me this much even though I do not know what even my father can do that would bring this much hate down to his son…or maybe it’s my guts and my handsome face they hate very much or could it be because of my mother? Speaking of my mother, where is she and why haven’t I heard anything from her yet she still can’t be annoyed with me over the Bianca’s issue right? I am sure even the Bianca is probably living her best life where ever she is at. If I were to be Bianca, I would run far away from a man like me for my sanity and long term happiness because I cannot give that to her and I am not prepared to spend the last days of my life with

Everything about her. “Mother… Why? Why did you suddenly leave me? Us? Father,” I wiped my tears before continuing. “He is too mean to Koby and Toby.” I started telling everything that was running through my mind. “Last time, instead of siding with my brothers. He just- he blamed them instead!” My fist clenched remembering that day. “I hate him, Mother. I hate him so much! I wish it was just him who die-” I halted my words, realizing what was I about to say.