I hate my mother.

Many people's stories are much much worse than mine, but here I go anyway.

I'm 19. I live with my parents and 2 siblings. I don't hate my mother - at least I don't think do. I can't stand her attitude, her loud obnoxious repetitive comments, the way the walks up and down the stairs, the way she yells even when I'm standing next to her, the way she criticizes everything I do and never appreciates anything, always saying "Oh, you got an A... aim for an A+ next time!".

She never, EVER admits that she was wrong in any way. She's a sneaky old bitch in that she's extremely experienced in changing subjects. She complains constantly about every little thing, tries to control me and often talks about how useless I am.

I'm not perfect. I'm lazy. I like to be at home and watch TV. I like shopping, and sleepovers, and books. She always says she was a popular girl when she was young, and had tons of boyfriends, but I really really doubt it. She is so full of herself and boasting with... I don't know what exactly. She has language skills, but beyond that, her loud-mouthed, bad-breathed ugly face are a constant nuisance to me and the world.

I'm at prestigious uni in Japan, and I will be transferring to a good uni in England in the fall, partly because I can't stand living with her whole noisy upper-middle class attitude. I want to live a free life, not waking up in the middle of the night thinking about what a disappointment I am... which, truly, I am not. I have come to terms with that. I am not a failure. My poor younger sister still has not figured that out. I should tell her to stop minding my mother.

I am me. Not my mother's puppet.

Thanks for sharing, everyone.

I am so glad I found this. I fricking hate my mother. Sadly, my mother wasn't always a bitch. She was a lovely person up until I turned about 14 and then everything changed. She screams and shouts most days about anything and everything. She threatens to kick me out of the house if I so much as leave a cup out. She has told me that she wished she never had me, I make her want to kill herself, she hates me. All of that. Sadly, right now I cannot move out as I cannot afford it but thankfully I have my dad whom I am very close to. She is the exact same with him. Always putting him down and shouting at him. She used to be the same with my older sister until she moved out and got a rich boyfriend, now she loves her and disgustingly flirts with the rich boyfriend. She likes to pretend she has money (we are not poor, but we don't have millions) and all her friends are idiotic women "who lunch" whilst their husbands work in the City and have affairs.

My mother is the most deceptive, self absorbed and money hungry individual I have ever met. She is a bully, phony, liar and really should never have had children. For so many years I have tried to find ways of keeping a relationship with he but now I realize it is not possible. I look forward to the day that the separation is finally final (I am not talking about death), I am only referring to moving away from all the obligatory feelings that society attaches to to notion of mother/child bliss. Makes me want to puke.

I disagree with the person who said that we should never say we hate our mother because she gave birth to us, raised us- blah, blah, blah. Some parents should never be allowed to be parents. Just because someone gives birth to us doesn't mean we have to love them 'no matter what". Screw that. My mother is a total pyscho and I hate her ass. I am 54, and I have felt that way since I was 15 and it only gets worse. She was a terrible mother, only cared about cleaning the house and put on an act of being a good mother only in front of people visiting. She does this even now, with my grandson. Pretends to be a good great grand mother...it is all a fucking act. She could care less about anyone in our immediate family and she talks about and complains about us all. She only stays touch with us because of what her friends would think of her if she didn't get calls or visits from us.I can't even begin to tell of all her crap parenting. I will at some point (get back on here and talk about it). The only good news is I have a sister 5 years older than I am and she feels the same way and saw the same shit growing up and sees it now. At least I know I am not making it all up, I got a witness.

I hate my mother as well. She is the biggest FUCKING bitch I have ever known in my entire life. Stupid bitch puts on one face in front of people and another face with her family. She has never been there for me, as her daughter and never understood me or allowed to me share my thoughts and feelings with her. Fucking bitch has this FUCKED UP habit of downplaying/mocking/disregarding everything I or my siblings say- just because we're the kids and she's the mum. She isn't one of those affectionate mothers who will sit down with you and listen and hear you out - just a total motherfucking BITCH with a MASSIVE complex about everything and everyone - if anyone dare criticize her, she goes INSANE - thinking she's the Ultimate Saintly person who has never wronged anyone and must therefore be near-worshipped. She has ruined me and my life, especially my mature life (I still live at home un-fucking-fortunately) - I'm moving outta this hell hole the very next chance I get. Never want to see that bitch ever again.

I'm glad i found this forum, I'm 33 and I hate my mother like I'm a teenager, I haven't had a proper conversation with her in years, I want to change that, not for her but for me, I can't deal with so much hate, it spreads to other areas of my life...I don't wanna be bitter, this hate is like a burden for me, I too go to another room if she walks in, I too, feel disgusted if she comes near and tries to give me a kiss and... I think all her questions/comments are comepletely idiotic...even if they're not...she was abusive when I was a kid, she made it clear she didn't want me, and I had to trough life without her support, maybe she had a hard life, maybe not, but I think that shouldn't bother me anymore...I'm afraid of having kids cause I dont want them to hate me as much as I hate her...I'm lost, I don't know how to get rid of this hate...wish I could have it removed, like a tumor, take some pills and it's over...or maybe become amnesiac and forget all my life and start over without hate...I don't know...I just needed to say it, I hate her, and this hate is hurting me.

i realy dislike mine, dont like the word hate. she has told me from the day i was born that she didnt want kids, and i really believe she should not have ever had any. i live in terror of her every time i have to see her and i am 32 years old. when i think about her death i let out a sigh of relief. the only thing i will be feeling when she dies will be relief. everything will be so much easier when she gone. rip

My mother actions and words haunt me. She is greedy, self centered,wants pity all the time. I am 33 yrs old and mom still emotionally abuses me to this day. She runs me down to my kids. She says I am fat. She has no respect or consideration to anyones feelings. Everything has to revolve around her. Because of her emotional abuse. I battle with panic and anxiety disorder. When I am around her she makes me sick to my stomach as well. Everyday I am trying to heal from her abuse. She has strange beliefs. She worries bout every single little thing.I think about when she dies how I seriously would be relieved. Especially with the little bit of love I have for her which is not much...she could rest in peace. I read the bible to help me but sometimes its not enough.I cant understand who someone calls themselves christians can be abusive behind closed doors. She has no friends. She acts like she is glad dad died cause she gets money for his death from cancer. I hate her so much. I cant seem to get her out of my life I feel cursed with her. I wish shed go away leave me alone. She has threaten to take my kids away because she wants the earned income tax credit at end of the year and tells my daughter that too. There seems like their is no peace from her. I will never have peace and I cant handle the pain she puts me through. Everyday is a battle with everything cause I dont want to be like her ever!!good luck and I hope you find some peace from parents like this.

it depresses me that i am 21 and motha has never hugged me or told me she loves me

I also hate my mother. My mother had a rough childhood and carried that with her and instead of letting it go she forced it upon my father and I. It was awful. One moment she is so loving and the next she screams and use physical violence. She thinks everyone is against her and she thinks these crazy thoughts. After a fight she gives everyone involved the silent treatment and after a while pretends it never happened. She has never once apologized for any hurtful comment she says because she once said "You make me so mad I just have to say something to shut you down." I use to love my mother to death and even took her side when my parents divorced. I moved away with my mother thinking "Yay, she wont be sad anymore." I was so dead wrong. All the things she did to my father that I was not seeing she started doing to me. She is verbally abusive and when I was young she was very physically abusive. She even said traumatic things to me that I thought she would never ever say and it makes me cry uncontrollably ever time I think of it. Of course, she pretend that it wasn't a big deal and that I should get over it. This woman had this way of making me feel as if it's my fault for everything and she'll blame me. She loves taking personal things I say to her and use it as ammo to shoot back at me when she gets really angry; I can't even talk to her. I hate my mother.

Now that I'm 20 I still live with her. I made plans to move out and go back home to my Dad who recovered from her abuse and is very peaceful now. As for my relationship with my mother, I talk to her in monotone. I dislike her and I express that I don't want her around with the sound of my voice. I still show her the respect a mother should be shown. I don't confide in her anymore because it's pointless and will only hurt me in the end. I give her short answers to her questions and do as she says so I don't have to talk to her for the rest of the day or night. It's like walking on egg shells with her and I'm sick of it. She shows me her pleading sadness to my behavior but all I could think is: Damage is done. It's too late for you to start caring now.

I agree with your negative replies. I also hate my mother. I wish her dead. It is the worst bitch on earth and most stupid and dumb.

My Narcissistic Mother: I am so grateful to have venue to express feelings I could never share with family or friends. I wish I was born to another woman. I am embarrassed of my mother. She is physically a beautiful woman, but that's about it. Everything else about her is hideous. She never walks into the house with a smile on her face. She comes in cussing and in a bad mood, but claims to be a Christian. If we have company, she talks over them, changes the subject in the middle of our conversation or flat ignores them. She won't admit that she is ignorant of the most current events, so she changes the subject to totally inappropriate conversations (sex, all the men she used to date, etc.). She knows every embarrassing way to butcher the English language. I cringe when she joins conversations with her husband's family. I know they think she is an idiot. The only time I see her animated and happy is when some guy has flirted with her at the department store where she works. I resent her for getting pregnant on purpose to trap my father. She knew that his Catholic family would force him to marry her. Soon afterwards she had my sisters and brother. She never wanted any of us. She even told my siblings that if abortions had been legal, they would not have been born. She lacks empathy (a trait of narcissists). What kind of woman would tell that to her children? They have never gotten over those horrible words that came out of the serpents mouth. One day she is going to need her kids, but everyone has moved away except me. They only call because they are required to "honor" her (Honor thy father and thy mother). But none of us love her. Love is something that cannot be forced or coerced. Love is patient, love is kind. My mother is none of those things. The real mother figures in my life has always been my paternal aunts and my great-grandmother. They show/ed me unconditional love. My mother is jealous of my attachment to the women on my fahter's side of the family. They are educated, kind, easy-going and classy. All she cares about is looking in the mirror at herself. How sad is that? Now that she is old, it is hard for her to let go of her youth. She lives in the past and will bore us with stories of how she used to be this and that. She tells the same stories 3-4 times per week. All storied are centered around her, of course!!! She would never tell us a story of interest, for example, a nice story about her grandparents and great-grandparents migrating to the West Coast, etc. Nope! That would be too interesting to us. Let's hear another story about how the boys in school all thought she was so pretty. Ugh - puke - gag! Thanks for letting me vent. I actually feel better. p.s. I adore my dad. He earned it!!!

I hate mine 2

wow! i really thought i was abnormal for hating my mother, but now that i found this blog i feel so much better. My mother has serious issues. I wish i had born from another woman. IM so jealous of people that have a real loving mother. My parents divorced when i was 11, it was then went everything went wrong between my mother and i. She used to told me her problems with my father, and how he was the worst man on hearth. She used to give me details about how he cheated on her and with who(never knew if it was truth tough, my father always said it wasnt truth...dont really care) I mean! please!! what kind of person tells that to her 11 years old daugther! She forced me to grow up! and because of her i hated my father for a long time.
She is a liar bitch! she never apologize when she is wrong! and changes every situation to her own convinience. what i hate the most its when she includes me on her lies. she has make my life imposible ever since i started dating my boyfriend (who is the best person i have ever meet). She screams instead of speaking and had some searious issues about sex. for her, everything its dirty and bad. i wouldnt mind if that would have been her own opinion, but she tried to pass that to me. for her "making love" do not exist, its always a devil thing! she pretends to be the perfect christian and always makes her self looks like she is the victim! I used to belivied in God, now, because of her, im not that sure anymore. I dont wish her dead, but if she die, i dont think i will even cry.

I am so grateful for this site. Its good to know my mother is not the only psycho impossible to please bitch on this planet. Anything I do is never good enough. I've been looking for a job and she makes it a point to tell me everyday how lazy and spoiled I am. She's a real estate agent which makes me hate her even more because if it weren't for her fucking job maybe my parents wouldn't have divorced. But i don't blame my dad one bit she is a total self centered bitch who is ALWAYS in the right. And she is a perfect moral human being. 'cough cough' yea ok she is a real estate agent she lies for a living. She makes her money by being a two-faced hypocritical lying cheating bitch and she expects me to be her assistant. And then wanders why im always in a bad mood when i have to come work for her. i finally went off today and told her i was done working for her because she is so fucking critical of every tiny thing i do and she gets mad at me for not being all jolly while i work on stupid shit and she sits and lies to people on her phone 24 fuckin 7. ive had enough. this relationship has reached its limits. im supposed to rent an apartment with 2 friends for college and now she's telling me she won't sign a fucking lease for me because im 18 and you have to be 19 to sign on your own. I told her my dad would do it and she said she was going to tell him not to and if he did she was going to create fucking hate chaos between them. i don't know what the fuck to do because nothing i do pleases her. i hope my dad just says fuck her and does it anyways. im so fucking tired of hearing her say how fucking spoiled i am when i have devoted my whole life to making good grades in school and being a good teenager by not getting involved in alcohol and drugs. and now i just wish i would have done all of that shit so her fucking expectations wouldn't be so damn high. She literally said "fuck you" to my face today. And there are so many things i wanted to say to her but i took the caution to hold my tongue because of her feelings but she never thinks twice about mine. i fucking hate her and as soon as i get the chance im moving as far away as i can get. i don't want her to be part of my life even if she did give birth to me i probly wood've been much happier if i was never born. but instead she gives me depression every fucking day of my life. i hate that bitch!

I am right with you! I am 19 and cannot stand my mother. She is so materialistic and rediculous! The things she says dont even make sense. When I look at her or hear her voice it makes me want to scream very bad and mean things. In fact, whenever she is around, a bunch of mean thoughts about her pop up in my head and I just wish I could say them to her. She is a workaholic and she is always yelling at my stepfather and I because "we dont do enough around the house". It doesnt help that she is completely OCD about having the house perfectly neat, clean, and in order. I work alot so I am not home often but when I am, I feel full of anxiety because of her. To top it off, she has anxiety as well and it just doubles mine. Im leaving to go to college in about 6 months and I have to live with her until then.. I dont know what Im going to do. Ive already left once but I know that the smartest thing to do right now is live at home and do community college b4 I leave to dorm at my 4 year college... Does anyone have any suggestions to help my mother see from my point of view.

Mothers are like opinions. Everyone has one; not all of them are good.

Finding this was a bit of a relief.
It's so hard for me to express how I feel about my mother to most people, as they shrug it off as a joke, or a product of my age (I'm 21).
But, honestly, I don't know what to do. I hesitate to say I hate my mother, as I really don't think I do. However, I do not *like* her, nor do I love her. I'm thankful to see and hear the stories of others who are in somewhat similar situations, as most people stare at me open-mouthed when I say that, responding with "you have to love your mother, she gave birth to you!"
And my question is why? Why do I automatically have to love this woman just because she gave birth to me? I never asked to be born. If I had, I certainly wouldn't have wanted to be saddled with her. She makes many, many aspects of my life infinitely more difficult, frustrating, and even unbearable.
I realize it could be oh-so-much-worse, as she's never abused me, physically or otherwise. However, day in and day out, when I'm home with her (I live on campus at school, but live at home during the summer), I find being in contact with her is almost too much to take.
And she notices. She criticizes and ridicules me, claiming I think she's "beneath me" and I have no right to "treat her the way I do". The thing is, I *try*, I try to be better with her. I try to be more polite and civil, and sometimes, I'm successful. However, she makes this almost impossible. Her interactions with me are not pleasant. She often claims I have no drive, no "get-up-and-go" and believes she'll be stuck taking care of me forever. She claims the degree I'm working towards is useless and then continues to question me as to "how" I'll be able to go to Grad school.
The other day I mentioned that I plan to start woking towards moving out, permanently, within the next 2 years. She looked at me in disbelief and referred to it today as "bulls**t". I'm concentrating on finding work for the summer (like everyone else I know), and she constantly claims "you know you're not going to get a job this summer." WHY the pessimism?
She says I have no initiative; that I won't really do anything with my life. Why? Because she never did anything with hers?
She had 2 children: my sister and me. My sister was very, very difficult as a teen, and wound up dropping out of high school, ending up in rehab (twice), bouncing around different places for a while, getting pregnant, to now living with us again.
So, with that, why do I have no initiative? I graduated HS, and am in college, working towards my Bachelor's. I don't think I'm better than anyone, I just do not see her and I as combatible. We cannot get along well.
It's been years since we have, and it's only gotten worse in the last 2.
All I can see when I look at her is a hypochondriac who thrives on self-pity and the pity of others.
I don't know what to do or how I can get by with her.

Cut the bitch out of your life! The sooner you do, the sooner you'll regain your sanity. A mother is someone who is supposed to nurture, not drive you crazy. Some desperately try to get love and approval from a person that is just not capable of giving it. The sooner you realize this...the better off you'll be. You have to be your own parent in this life, because to be quite honest, most parents don't know what the hell they're doing half the time. Most of the garbage people have in their heads is not from them. It is from faulty parenting...whether it be from the father or mother. Time to clear out the garbage and start thinking for yourself.

thanx god....I though i was getting crazy...
english is not my firts language so, Im apologizin a head. all you guys feel you.im feeling and the same way of most of you about the feeling towards my mom...stomach sickness hate feelings..i hate her for real..short description about my situation im colombian my mom let me when i was 3 years old, so she can come to usa to make money for the family...bull shit ..she went to usa to be a prostitute working in bars and getting drunk smoking and having fun.. she has been here for 30 years now.. now she lives from the goverment help
when she had returned to colombia the only thing she has in her mind was parting, i was 7 at that time ..my grandmother(R.I.P abuelita)who had raised me..damn i have tears in my eyes while im writing this... .I dont have a father until i met him when i was 13 years old...the guy does not want me around neither.. he was not mean .. just not interested in been my father..cause of my mother..waoo
Im 34 years old now..im not a loser but i strugle a lot with anxiety and depression..plus my inability to make truth relationships with people in diferents level love, family friendship, social, academic..waaoo so many empty spot in my personality...my family is united but they dont want to be agains my moms desition wherever it is..even if is wrong (most of the time) cause she gets mad.she is a bich..my mom got pregnant again. when she was 40 insane, she left my sister with my aunt when my sister was 3 month old (thats evil) second time when you left a child in this stupid world...after some time she had bringed me to usa with a greencard i was 27yr old...so i decided to live wiht her..been honest i was exited with the idea firts time when i will be living with her..big mistake so i went to NH to a friend house..fun..i spent 3 years there..i got bored with the country life so i decided to give another shot here in NYC with my mom...and moved back ..big mistake again..
we went back to colombia together..stupid idea we fight saying big bad words..
the worst part is we have a project with 5 apartments in colombia and all are by her name..i have been working so hard for finish this project (so i can moved back and never come back and see her)i fucking trust her.. ..so i told her to put 2 aparments by my name and she told me ...go eat shit i wont give a shithole..so now i have to star from zero..and im losing all drive in my life..almouts forgot to tell you guys Im stillliving with her in NYC ..but im movin back to NH..but im afraid..dont know why..thank you if someone read my post ..and say somenthing wherever it is..appreciate bye

the colombian guy

If it bothers you her bad parenting then it means that you do care. And there is nothing bad in that, she is in fact you mother. On my story my mom says whatever pops in her head and she doesn't care my feelings. IF she wasn't my mother I would prob brush it off. But she is my MOTHER and it bothers and hurts me soooo muchhh to the point that I begin to hate her. Everybody loves her she is beautiful she TRIES to be a good mother. I give her kudos for that. but I can't help to be annoyed by her I know that if I don't see her much everything would be just fine. But because of the bad parenting she gave me when I was a kid I do not feel with much energy to be independent. I have low self esteem, anxiety and anger management issues. I DO love her I just don't approve her parenting. The moments I needed her guidance the most she wasn't there for me and now its too late to act like mommy. I need to do this MYSELF and beg to God I will someday be brave and move on.
Please people if you ever have kids BE A PARENT you are everything to them and when you are old they will be everything for you. Love and care always.

I would recommend not to be afraid of your mothers and not to hide your fears, behave the same way as she behaves and then she will feel fearful ha ha. she will be the scared one. we have to fight with bad people!

i hate my mother. i dont dislike her i hate her. ever since i was little i remember making her someting for christmas and she would just throw it out. whenever i saved all my money to get her something nice she asked if she could return it. when i was 7 i remembered asking her if i wasnt her daughter would she still love me and she said no.i have so much resentment towards her. i hold every little thing she has done to me in my childhood to her. i know its not healthy for someone to be holding onto these emotions for such a long time but i cant help it.

now that im older she is some what easier to be around. she drinks so much at night it unbelievable. she drinks about 1-2 bottles of red wine a night and claims that its good for you.

we fight most nights. during the day she is ok but at night i want to die.she is the most horrible person ive ever met. i dont want her to die but i want her as far away from me as possible. she claims everything is my fault. i envy other people that have somewhat of a good relationship with their mothers. i have no plans with attempting to build i relationship with her. once i have enough money to move out i plan never to see her again, maybe the ocassional visit to my dad once a year but that is the only time i plan to see her. she sickens me. i could fly halfway across the world and still not be far away enough from her.

My Mother just gets on my nerves. Everything she does just annoys the crap out of me. The way she talks, the way she acts. I really wish I didn't hate her though, I want to love my mom but she makes it so difficult, the way she talks to me just pisses me off. I will admit, I can act a little moody, and even I can recognize that, she still, is the one that when ever I am in the same room as her, I just want to burst out into tears. I love her because she is my mother, but I DEFINITELY do not like her. We've had out good times, which are very few, but I'll always love her, although she pisses me off every second of every day.

I hate my mother so much. Im so glad that I found this website. My mother forced me and my boyfriend to break up. She is a self-absorbed witch and always tries to rule my life. She took away the closest person in my life and I will never ever forgive her for that.

I am in the exact same boat! I cannot believe how perfectly you described your feeling towards your mom. I am 37 and I feel the same way. She makes my skin crawl. She makes me feel sick to my stomach. I cringe if she touches me. She is alone, she has major medical problems and psychological problems and refuses to deal with them. She is the guilt queen and I have just had it. She doesn't do it to my brother or anyone else, just me. She expects me to make up for the fact that she has nobody. It's not my job to be there at her beck and call. And I would be if she didn't expect it like she does. She'll ask me for help and if I cannot help her that day she has an attitude. She would never do that with anyone else. She would only be gratious and thankful. I hate her and resent her. I wish she got remarried after divorcing my dad when I was 6 because at least she'd have someone to help her out. She is on disability, can't work and her whole life is going down hill. It's horrible but I cannot fix her life for her. I hate the way she makes me feel and if she wasn't my mom I'd NEVER speak to her again. But I have to and sometimes I feel trapped. I wish I had a mom I could look up to - that I respected. We had reconciled for about 3 weeks a few months back and then she called one day and laid into me - just yelled at me for some stupid misunderstanding that wasn't my fault. That was it, my trust in her is shattered. But she refuses to talk about it. If I say anything she gets all weak and cries and tells me she is going to hang up because she cannot take it. She says we need to go to therapy but there is no way she will be able to handle that because she will have to deal with mistakes she has made and she is so weak she cannot handle it. I just wish I never had to talk to her ever again. That is a horrible thing to say but she is so caustic and not willing to take responsibility for her behavior.

Oh,Kid I know how you really feel. My mom is EXTREAMELY annoying she makes me mentally sick and every move I make she stares at me for no reason! she talks to my older brother but never me, she is by far the WORST mom in the freaking world.

hey thank you for your post and shedding light into your life. Honestly I can relate to everything you just said unfortunately my other is just like that and I too have to deal with situations like the one you talked about with your mom and your moms friend. The fucked up part is that my mom will just talk shit about me and my older sister to her friends and her sisters openly without giving a flying fuck. I hate her sometimes and I personally agree with you, she has tormented me my entire life telling me all sorts of shit. My childhood was so fucked up because of her Ive realized that I have been emotionally disconnected from her for the past couple of years since i was 15. I like to think i am a kind gentle person to everyone because I know what it feels like to be emotionally abused by your mother which is the core of my ego (used to be). It is scary since I am only 21 but I know i will be fine as long as i keep up with the positive thoughts and just keep being a good person. But i can not tell you how good your post made me feel and I must say u have gave me more strength. I will be fine I will survive on. thanks once again

god bless

Oh my gosh! I'm so glad I'm not the only one feeling this way! I HATE my mother! We've never been particularly close but the lady really put a barrier between us when she started menopause. Now shes unrecognizable to me and I really don't think of her as my maternal figure. Her voice and every move makes me want to rip her head off. She treats the grand kids badly, always yelling at or ignoring them and making them feel belittled. I can't wait till her next heart attack. At least with her in the hospital, the rest of us get a darn break! So yes, I would say it's completely normal to hate your mother!

I am sooo glad I found this blog or website or whatever this is. I was reading through some of the other stories/comments and it is amazing how much I have in common with most of you. A loveless mother who was and continues to be neglectful and practices favoritism, doesn't acknowledge when I do things for her, etc etc. I am just so full now that I have to sort my thoughts out. I'll write somethings later in the form of comments to other peoples stories.

well im not to sure about this but it sounds to me that maybe you feel held back about somthing or perhaps somthing in your child hood may have affected your feelings toward your mother and one question that ive asked before is how would you feel if she died would you care or would you not hope this helps

My mom called me a bitch today, after we had an argument, so I can totally relate to this, I hate my mom too, well not so much hate, but if I never saw her again for like 20 years, I wouldn't hate it. I just want her to be away from me. I don't want her to die but I just don't want her near me. I'm 20, and I can't move out because I'm in school full+I don't have a job but. I don't even want a relationship with my mother, I just want move on and send her a card on mother's day and her birthday. The end. But yeah, I'm sure it's normal, a lot of people hate their mothers especially.

I am 52 and still hate my mother's guts. She spent her life telling me how horrid my father was, was sexually frigid and slept on the couch and to this day she is passive agressive to the point of crazy. She has never once initiated a hug and does nothing but denigrate me. I hate her guts and I am totally fine with that. I will dance a happy dance when the c-nt dies. Being a mother does not make you a saint, it just makes some bitches think they are. I hope it hurts when she dies, and she gets a glimpse of who she really is, the bitch.

I am amazed at how many people here have experienced what I experienced as a child. It is scary to see how many details are the same from story to story. I am in my 50s and, sadly, still dealing with the repercussions of my mothers parenting. For you young folks out there: take care of yourselves, don't let the evil woman who raised you determine the course of the rest of your lives, and, most of all, don't avoid parenting yourselves because you fear you will repeat history. The "gift" your mother gave you was a precise outline of how NOT to parent. Make good use of that "gift." Parenting can be a peaceful and enormously fun journey. Just takes a little love.

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I have extremely vulnerable. I am so vulnerable that I must guard my territory and attack with resentment everyone who encroaches upon my territory. I will put a sign over my head "Caution: Vicious Dog," and anyone who fails to notice it better beware! I will surround my vulnerability with high walls, and will never make a real connection with others from behind such walls.

I am extremely dependent on others. I am so dependent on others that I will never miss a single look from them, a single word, a single gesture. I will watch others relentlessly and I will judge their every move around me. And if I decide that their actions are not what I prefer, I will show them how much they are in the wrong! Because those around me must exalt my dignity, must worship my ego, and God forbid they will ever act otherwise! I will continue to harbor resentment to cover up how much I am dependent on others and their opinion.

I am someone else's slave. I am a slave of other people's words and actions. It is on them as my masters that my mood, my feelings, and my sense of self depend. It is not I, but they who are responsible for my dependency. It is not I, but they who are to blame for what is happening to me. It is not I, but they who must do something to make me feel better. Yes, it's easy for me to be a puppet in the hands of others because I am someone else's slave.

I make a big deal out of little things. I can take a little, half-dead "fly" of someone's error and attack it with all of my resentment. I will not write in my notebook about how wonderful the world is. Rather, I will write about how awfully I have been mistreated. I will pour into a little fly so much of my energy and others' energy that the fly will become magnified into an elephant. Because a fly is easy to ignore or waive off, but an elephant is not. That is why I magnify flies into elephants.

I am extremely poor. I am so poor that I cannot muster up a drop of generosity in order to cover and forgive, a drop of empathy in order to overlook, a drop of wisdom in order to let go, a drop of self-deprecation in order to laugh, a drop of love in order to accept. I simply don't have any such qualities because I am extremely limited and extremely poor.

I am very unhappy. I am so unhappy that words and actions of others are constantly aggravating my unhappiness. Because I am a very important "turkey." But I don't value my life, cannot view myself objectively and I am compelled to magnify flies into elephants. I am extremely vulnerable, dependent on others, and poor in my inner essence. Don't mistreat me, but pity me instead. Because I am extremely unhappy.
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Oh my gosh! This is the best forum ever! because i HATE my mother SO MUCH all i want to do is get the fuck AWAY from her FOREVER! unfortunately im still a minor so it's not yet possible but she's abusive, mean, never admits she's wrong EVER, and she just gets on my last nerve with EVERYTHING that she does. Everytime she's around me i'm tense and annoyed and just not happy and then the minute she leaves to go to work i feel relieved and happy at the same time. I actually get into physical fights with her because of how big of a BITCH she is! she would literally actually pull my hair and I just hate her so much sometimes i can't control it. For example, she was suppose to pick me up from somewhere today but of course she forgets. When I finally come home I'm pissed off and ask her for an apology at least and she refuses me and tells me I SHOULD BE TELLING HER SORRY BECUASE OF "how hard she's working to earn money for me!" WHAT THE FUCK??? is it really that hard to say sorry? she's a crazy bitch with some serious issues because she's the worst person to be around EVER and I HATE HER SO MUCH! i began disliking her when I WAS FOUR.... so that says something....

PART THREE: Plus I'm so annoyed of people who tell me that I look like her. I can't stand her! Everytime someone is telling me : OMG YOU LOOK LIKE YOUR MOTHER I just want to hit them in the face. I'm ashamed of my mom and her behaviour. I changed. Before , my behaviour was like hers but since I changed I have much more friends and I'm less shy in my classrooms and people find me funny. i don,t have a defensive and cold attitude anymore. I know it's a bad thing to say that but I wanted to share my feelings cause in my head i'm wondering if i'm normal. But with the stories that i've read, i'm happy to see that there is a lot of people who are in the same situation.

I think the way you feel is common enough that to call it abnormal seems inappropriate. I also do not think your feelings are wrong. I don't think you should jump to any assumptions that there's something wrong with you. I also don't think it's right for you to think it's unfair or not right. Everything makes sense, even the things we have yet to understand.

I think there must be some problem with her or the way she's parented for you to feel this way. It sounds like you're pressured to suppress your objections. Better parents create an environment where their children can express grievances like these.

The things about getting irritated about her mannerisms, I can relate to it but I'm doubtful it's the root of our problems because something like that would at most be irritating. You mention she's strict and "says what she means". What she means may be wrong though, or do you agree with all her judgments and opinions? Is strictness oppressive?

I hope you won't continue to be so hard on yourself. I'm all for avoiding hating others, but at the same time we shouldn't shift blame to ourselves. Reduction in anger can come from understanding, but we do not have to remove blame to do that. We can simply blame the past incarnations of people who do us wrong, and give them a chance to prove they've changed into someone we can like.

I seem to sometimes have this problem. I loved my mum at first, the i gave her loads of respect,and then realised that i got nothing back. This caused me to stop giving her respect and it broke down from there. I still help her out in business, a small family run cafe, but i dont get any respect or rewards for it. She does not even laugh with me any more, she just ignores me and i feel a bit forgotten, and that my sister is favoured over me.

i hate my mother to i hate to admit it but everything she does bother me and she just talks and goes on and on and on and im a teenager so yeah

She makes me feel irritated, but she is happy about this situation, so try to behave the same way how she does and u will see the effect! I know bad mothers are also mostly stupid (they lack brain), so maybe this time she will gain some of it.

she kissed my today on my back neck saying how beautiful am I.. I freeze when she tries to come near me.. I am trying to be nice with her but I am scared that my eyes shows her that I cant stand her...

You are 21. Why don't you move out?

i can understand how u feel, i hate my brother. he is always mean to me, picks on me and even orders me to go to my room. can u believe it? i'm 31 for christs sake!! it is embaressing for me to even write this.
i agree with the moving out solution, this is what i plan to do, cause i can't take it anymore.

i am a guy who when ever my mom just say one thing i want to go grab my shotgun and blow my foot off. i think my life would be a lot better if she would stop acting like she is a 20 year old and stop acting like she is oprah. yes i love oprah but thats becuase she is her self my mother on the other hand is a poser. i really wish that she would just get the hint i dont want to talk to her and nothing is wrong. but of course god hates me and that will never happen

I am just a 19 year old girl..... And i can honestly say i have hated my mother for as long as I can remember. I grew up in a family with 3 children I am the middle child . and the first girl. For some reason since i was aged about 6 my mother has always found a reason to take out her frustrations on me.

I hate my mum. I just spent ages writing my story and went to post and was told it was too long and now its gone! Obviously not meant to be. She pisses me off on a daily basis and has done for years. It is now a week before Christmas and all my family, including my 2 eldest children will be going to her house on Christmas day and I am not going to try and stop them cus they will resent me. But i won't go. I cannot spent the day with her. I hate her too much. I have had counselling, originally went into couples therapy and ended up going for 5 years on and off talking about my mother. I then trained as a counsellor myself but cannot rid myself of the hatred which i know is such a waste of energy. I want closure and I want out of her life in every way. She has prevented this many times with manipulation and lies over the years. When my children were small I had an opportunity to move 300 miles away. She said she would stop me by telling social services that i wouldn't be able to manage without her blah blah. I now know that she would not have been able to do this and I would have got support, if anything in getting away but my kids my 2 older children are 16 and 19 and its too late now, they would not come with me, would prob go and live with the bitch!

I suppose in reading all these stories, more comments than to any other question i have found, it is very normal to hate your mum. Anyone can become a mother but many fail to be a mummy and give unconditional love, indeed fail in many areas and seriously damage their children. Sometimes getting out of their lives emotionally and physically is the best way. We can then grow ourselves away from controlling manipulative mothers who's children are treated as possessions in an otherwise unfulfilling life. Their behaviour leaves us full of hatred. I am 47 and i don't want to hate anymore.

Warning: Very long! I read all the comments here and got so damn mad remembering my childhood and thinking about what I put up with, that I wrote down everything I could remember and it's not pretty....There's 40 years of rage that I am about to unleash.

Another warning: there are some people (here and elsewhere in life) that don't "get" what some other people have had to endure and they want to say that we are whining, or ungrateful, or whatever. Let me tell you, most of the stories/comments you have read so far are probably heavily edited (by the writer, not the website) and you really still have no clue what many people have lived through from their mother or both parents, because the writers didnt want to dredge it all up, or wanted to keep it short and simple, but I guarantee you you are not getting the whole story. So, before anyone else wants to judge or criticise why we hate our mothers, I am going to spell it out for you so that there is no doubt. Some of it is graphic. You have been warned.

I want to tell my story but I don't even know where to start. I hate both my parents but my father died last year so I just have HER to deal with now. Both of them were VERY abusive when I was a child. Mentally, physically, emotionally, sexually, any way you can think of, they both enjoyed tormenting us kids (Just to clarify, my mom didn't abuse me sexually). My dad was a sadistic monster and there was never any doubt that I hated him as long as I could remember, but my mom was always good at playing the victim and the martyr and manipulating things so that I didn't even realize just how horrible she was until I was almost an adult. I was so busy running from my dad's beatings and molesting, that my mom's abuse was nothing compared to him. I thought her behavior was NORMAL.

I used to make excuses for her, because I thought she was just as trapped as us kids were and I even felt sorry for her, but I eventually figured out what a fucking selfish, self-absorbed, cold-hearted, critical, impossible to please, demanding, complaining, passive-aggressive, lying, delusional, vicious, arrogant, nasty, snotty, manipulating, fucking BITCH she is!

I even told her one day what my dad was doing and she claimed she never knew and she said she would make it stop. Well, it DIDN'T. And I learned that adults would NOT protect you. And years later when I mentioned it to her (as an adult) she actually denied that she ever knew anything about it and denied I had ever told her!! Are you fucking kidding me?!?! I sometimes strongly suspect that she is Multiple Personality, or I think they call it Dis-associative something or other these days. I know she's fucking delusional, at the very least.

There's more, look for next post.

I am 28 and have been struggling with the complex of hating/loving my mother since 14.
My mother is a devoting one and i owed her a lot as she raised 4 of my siblings in great hardship. my siblings and I are now successful people at work but inside me and my eldest sister, who love my mother best, we are wreck.

My mother is a talent in criticizing others. She never forgets the words that displease her. She repeat what someone said years ago, just to prove that she was not appreciated by others, or that others were so bad.
My mother is so controlling. She loves to see everybody to do exacly what she tells and even if what she wants but has not told. She wants to be mind-read.
Like someone's mother here, she loves cleaning the house. Last night when i was taking a milk cup out of the fridge, she asked me if i had spilled out the milk or not so that she could clean the spilled milk. It was as if she expected me to make a mistake.
She never lets me have a chance to correct 'mistakes' if i ever made them.
several years ago when i told her that i wanted to moved out, she had a stormy reaction to the news by banging her head down the floor and said everything to make me feel that i committed the guilt of abandoning my own mother ( though i did promised to keep supporting her financially as usual)
When she is unhappy, no one has the right to be cheerful.
We are now living in a small house so i have no way to avoid her ups and downs
I've tried 2-3 times talking to her over this problems. she seemed to be a very good listener and did not hate me for telling the truth but things get back to normal within 1 weeks.
Being verbally and emotionally abused used to kill my energy. i had unstable mood for many years. I couldn't stay long in a job even if i had very good jobs that i like.
I used to have the idea of suicide but i never had the courage to carry out.
fortunately, i met the love of my life last year and now i can control my feelings. Though sometimes i am still influenced by her but in general i am walking towards the bright side of this life. By not loving her and trying to please her so much, by not feeling guilty when not doing what she wants, i feel a little bit more independent
I'm from Asia and thinking bad of parents is like a crime here :)

i wondered if i was alone in hating my mother? now i see i'm not alone:
my mother is an italian american women born in the late 1930's. her family is very cruel both physically and emotionally. i have strong suspicions that she was abused.
i was born in 1963. my mother divorced my father soon after i was born. she is verbally and emotionally cruel. she loves to play head games with people and see them twist in the wind. she would torment me night and day with awful comments designed to destroy my self esteem. she loved to hit me when i was a kid but backed off when i grew older, but the verbal/emotional stuff continued for decades. she would always tell me how lucky i was to have her as a mother. she also told me that respect and loyalty was demanded in our big italian family, so i put up with her abuse. she would tell evryone she couldn't wait for me to marry and have kids so she could be the loving grandma. but when i married things went from bad to worse. she would compete with my wife for my attention and would get upset if she felt she didn't get it. she bad mouthed my wife to everyone in town. then she tried to manipulate my children against me. when that failed she called child protective services and reported us as unfit parents. that was the last straw. i have excommunicated her and have threatened police action if she trespasses on our property. now she is playing the innocent victim of unjust persecution. i have thoughts of homocide toward her. i am depressed and lonely. the reason i don't breakdown is because all i want now is to love and take care of my wife and kids.

I too have a lot of problem with my mom. She doesn't have any friends and she is very hard to get along with. My dad and her didn't get divorce(but basically same as divorce) as he only comes home twice a year. His excuse was he had to do business in another country. But my brother and I all knew he just use that excuse to stay away from her as my mom is super controlling and often yell at pple for no reason.
She is 68 yrs old now and live with me and my brother's family. She doesn't do any housework. I cook for her but she still complains about other pple. I am self employed so basically I am home all the time. Everywhere I go, she wanted to follow me. She also liked to get involved into my business, critised how I ran the business. It drove me crazy sometimes, yet everytime when I exploded, she'd cry and said I'm your mother, I am doing this for you because you are my daughter. If one day I die, no one will say a word to you! All my friends have been telling me she's your mother, just try to hold your temper because one day when she dies, you will miss her and feel guilty of what you did. I completely understand all this. But problem is staying with her is like a nightmare.She thinks she's all good and everyone is wrong. Even with my dad, she never thought about why my dad would leave her, she always blamed other pple first. Sometimes I wish she'd die so I don't need to suffer anymore.but that evil thought scared me and I fell extremely guilty.

What am I suppose to do? I can't send her to senior house. I can't run away and hide. I just know that one day if she dies, I won't miss her too much

Oh my god you guys! I m dam glad that I am not the only one. I hate her so much.. but my sister feels pity for her.. sometime i wish i could be like her.. you know? a bit kind to my mom but I can't!!!
I fucking hate her.. so much.. I can't describe it.. I am even ashamed that she is my mother.. She is rude, coward, winy she is a bitch!
She is a person who is living a reactive's life.. who is concern of the things which she can't do nothing about. she always whine at people when she has nothing to do.. I just hate everything about her.. i wish she die!

Why is everyone just saying to move out like that thought hadn't crossed these peoples minds in these times it's not as easy as that.

I have been having a hard time with bullying at work (let me guess someone's comment to this hmmmm Leave your job then brilliant!! that's advice worth signing in for)

Anyway so after being bullied to the point where I am suffering hair loss I went to the doctor who signed me off work.

I told my mother who knows the state my job has left me in there was no support from her.

If my mum did die I don't know if it would really make a difference I would be sad because that is what people expect but she never notices anything about me or any of her kids.

She doesn't know our likes or dislikes but we know each others and have to remind her.

She only takes interest in her new thug boyfriend as soon as anyone mentions he called all of a sudden we exist again.

When she comes in from work she just sits and watches the tv like a zombie and never listens and only speaking to us to demand this and that.

I had got a facial piercing and I was home for 2 weeks and my mum didn't even notice it was only till I said 'mum do you like my new piercing' to which she replied 'eeewwww'

She used to beat me when I was younger hitting me in the face and making me have a lot of anger that has never gone away.

A lot of times she picks at me so much that I burst into tears because there is nothing else I can do I cant hit her or the people at work or I would lose my job I think it hurts worse knowing I could hurt someone but having to keep control.

Today its finally over, nobody here mentiones where their fathers are in all this. mine is always standing in the cornor {a total coward} nodding and agreeing with her. again she has made little of me, called me a liar, a thief, and lots of other things in front of my kids.ive tried so hard to maintain a relationship and cant do it any more. i think she has gone totaly mad. she also thinks i set her up for somthing or another. im done with them both. can take no more. cant decide wheather to ban my kids from seeing them or not. i never wanted this. sometimes i feel like my heart is broken and i wonder what i ever did to her to hate me so much. im lucky to have a supportive husband.told her i want no more to do with her or him. just dont understand.

I also suffer from anorexia and bulimia. And have tried to kill myself many times when I was thirteen.

Okay, its totally normal! tons of my freinds hate their parents to the point that they are insane. . . creepy, but true. kida wrong . . . but normal. Maybe you and your mom are just going trough a hard time. Thats what happened to me once it lasted a year or two, but its okay now. I'm sure it'll work itself out.

I am 40, married and unfortunately living with my mother. Living with her is a hell since she is a very negative person, having emotional and social problem and I am simply a trash bin of her negative emotion

I never feel that I am 40. Everything that I do must be approved by her. I and my husband never get authority even to design something in the house since it is her house. When we do houae renovation, everything should be based on what she wants and she will be really upset if we fail to so what she says. It happens in every aspects in life.

My mother has big social problem. She is so narsistic and she always wants people to say that she is great, she is the best. She is even so competitive with me and she can be upset if people praise me instead of her. She hates people so easily and when she does that, we have to hate that people too to show our support.

She doesn"t allow me to have new clothes or bags. She has detailed list of my debt and she will raise the issue why imstead of paying the debt I buy clothes.

I always regreat why I am born as an only child and now I spend my adulthood by becoming her trash bin and I have to absorb all of her negativity aura.

What makes me really really sick to my stomach is, she always declares that she is the kindest mother ever. Go to hell, mum!!

Hated my mother too so dont worry you're not alone. She's one of those 2 faced types. She switches moods so easily i think she must have lost a few screws in her head and she's only 50. Dont get me wrong its admirable she got a good career and everybody loves her outside of the house of course. Inside she's nothing but a negative bitch who complains about many things, talks bad about people like she's sooo perfect but tryna cover up like she's not. I kid you not she revels in compliments whenever some random assaholic stranger compares me to her in weight, beauty and whatever really that boosts her ego. She truly is just a vain bitch.

No matter i am rather happy to find someone who can see through her stupid 2 face and living together soon. Cant wait to say goodbye bitch to her face. Lol

I feel exactly like you.
If you mother has always been a terrible person with you (like mine does with my) it is totally normal to hate her.
I don't understand why people think that you should respect you mother only because she is your mother and not because she deserved it.

Just reading all of these posts make me feel less alone. Just thinking of my mother makes my skin crawl. She makes me so angry and upset. I am terrified of her. I am 23 but am treated like an infant. My mother is a controlling bitch who uses threats and taunts to get her way. I have 2 sisters but they never experience it the same way i do. She has always told me how useless i am and how shit i am. If things dont go her way she threatens to kill herself (she has been doing this my whole life), tries to get us to kill her or physically abuses us. The presence of technology has made it worse. She will post on facebook how useless i am and how i make her life shit. I can't move out or date anyone cause she is so controlling and wont allow it. In addition, she has brainwashed me since i was a child to believe that i will never be good enough to be loved by anyone. At the moment she has confined me to my room. Friends have always said i should just leave. But i dont want to leave my youngest sister here. Plus she takes my govt money for herself. I do work but will full-time uni its not enough to support myself. She has always said that if i ever leave she will kill herself and that it would be all my fault. But she wont ever do it...

My mother gives me everything. She tries to get along well with me. But I can't stand her getting in my way all the time. So yes, I'm going to college on January 2017 and she's paying all of it. My dad won't help with paying. But somehow I feel like a prefer my dad's company rather than my mom. She's is super conservative and had found out that I used marijuana two times. I like weed because it ejects me from that shitty reality where she is in charge and always telling me what's best for me. I'm 18 years old almost 19 on October but I can't stand her treating me like i have no feelings. I have feelings and I know I'm not a bad person. I just want to be away from her, not forever but until I figure out why she's so unrelated to the world I want for me. I only want to be free and experience, not drugs but sensations, meet new people doesn't matter what they do. My mom hates almost anyone who doesn't think like her, I think that's her worst problem. I just wanted to speak this, and get it out of my system. I don't hate her I just want to live my own live without feeling someone is controlling my destiny. I'm so sad now.

Wow! So many stories here that are so similar to my own - who knew?! I'm much older than most of the people posting here, but can still really relate to what most of you are saying.

My parents are both still alive and in their 80's, but surprisingly, time doesn't lessen the pain much. I am the oldest of 3 daughters, and I'm definitely not the golden child - that honor goes to my youngest sister, who can do no wrong in my parents' eyes - even though she is the laziest of all 3 of us, and has seldom worked for a living. Whenever she has gotten a job, she always found an excuse to quit fairly quickly. If it hadn't been for my parents' help, she and her husband wouldn't have been able to buy a home - ever. But one thing she is willing to do - that I am not - is kiss up to my mother and play the ever-dutiful daughter.

My other sister and I have been comparatively successful in life, but for that, we have been disinherited by way of punishment for our success. My mother made it a point to call me up at work - even though she's well aware of how busy I am during my workday - and spend more than half an hour battering me with all the reasons why she felt it was right and necessary to do that.

I'm pretty sure it was my mother's idea to disinherit all but the golden child. She is as narcissistic as they come, and even as she approaches ever nearer to the time of her death, she still wants to find new ways to hurt me and my other sister because we don't give her all the adoration and attention she craves (especially me).

When I was a child and living under her thumb, she did everything she could to make me feel stupid and inept. She told me I was overly sensitive to her "constructive criticism," which she always felt so compelled to give me, whether I asked for it or not. She called me "neurotic," made fun of the dreams I held nearest to my heart, and sabotaged my efforts to achieve my goals. She told me that if I left home, life on the outside would be too hard for me, and that I'd never be able to make it on my own. My best option would be to find a good man who would take care of me. Well, after all - that was what she did, wasn't it? She found a man who was fairly decent - well, compared to most of those she ran into while working as a cocktail waitress in the 1950's - and trapped him into marriage by getting pregnant with me. Such a role model...but I digress.

She did what she could to create distance between me and my father from the beginning, and she was pretty successful in that endeavor. She was emotionally and physically abusive to me and my sisters (though she was generally much easier on the youngest), and I doubt my father was even aware of it most of the time. Whenever she decided I needed an attitude adjustment, she would follow me into my room, close the door, and then start in on me for a 2-3 hour session. She would alternate between hurling hateful insults at me and slapping my face whenever she decided she didn't like the look that had mysteriously taken up residence there. And, of course, she had the nerve to tell me how ungrateful I was for all she had done for me! What did she do for me that she wasn't legally required to do because she was the one who brought me into the world - for her own underhanded reasons, I might add - and elected to keep me??? Did I ask to be born? She acted if that somehow qualified her for sainthood or something. Ugh.

The reason my father wouldn't have been aware of what was going on was because he was more than half deaf, and he could be counted on at any time during her tirades to be drinking beer and watching TV at a high volume in the living room. That's what I remember most about my father, well, that and his hateful, racist rants at the dinner table most evenings. He was basically Archie Bunker on steroids. It isn't exactly the stuff of which the fondest childhood memories are made.

It may not seem normal to hate one's own parents - and if you were one of the lucky ones who had the "Leave it to Beaver" type of parents, it certainly wouldn't be. But, personally, I don't think it would be normal to love parents who are as abusive as the ones whose stories occupy space in this thread, either. We're broken people, yes we are. Best to just pick up the pieces and move forward with our lives the best that we can, leaving our abusers far behind us.

Is it normal to hate my mother for all the crap she has caused? I mean she grounded me this time for 5 months, won't let me go to any of my band concerts, and grounded me because I got pissed off about the dog purposely pissing on my blanket.

I don't know if I truly despise my mother but I don't think she's loveable at this point. I'm barely 21 and still living with my mother, I've been out of school and ive just been sitting here for years. I feel like I have really regressed as a person. My mother has been cruel and twisty since I started middle school, I blame menopause since she had me at 40. First time I heard the word cunt was when she threw me onto the floor kicking me into my room. I remember constantly begging them to go to my friends houses for the weekend just to get away from her. My psychologist says she was never at her full potential of being a parent since she was usually drunk every night. I used to have a problem with animals.. I'd hurt my pets pretty badly, I'm sick of myself for it, my mother was even sicker. My therapist and I think the traumatic experience I had before 5 was when I might have tugged or hit a small dog, which caused it to bite me and my mother had had to put poor Teddy down. I'm fairly sure she may have lost it on me at that age, but I don't think either her or my father would tell me. My mother loves animals, she has always said animals are better than people, honestly I think she says that because she doesn't know how to act like a decent human being. I remember we had fights where she'd squeeze my neck and bang my head to the floor, luckily or unluckily I don't bruise easily. When we have arguments my mother will tell my father but she'll talk about it as being in the position of the victim. So my father would never really take my side, even when he knows she's crazy.. she's broken the door off its hinges trying to beat at my dad in a fight. What I think i hate the most is her memory, we've had some serious arguments because she doesn't remember what did or didn't happen and finds a reason to blame me. A year ago during on of our more serious fights I told her she'd never lay another f***ing finger on me and she took it as a death threat and almost called the cops. Scratch that, what I hate the most about her is her need to be the victim. I think my dad is too scared to defend me, when I talk to him about it he just says I should let her do what she wants and to not try to defend myself, it will just get her riled up. Daily she criticizes me, treats me like scum, calls me fat without really just flat out saying it. I know I'm literally just big boned compared to her, I've gained weight recently but I don't feel like I'm really "fat". Even when I was 5'7" and 105lbs I was too big to fit in her dresses she had at 16. It's hard to really remember all she has done, but I guarantee you its not just what I've said above. My mother convinced me at a young age that I was born evil, and that I was cold blooded like a snake. So many posts on here describe her to a T, but I have been very privileged, there are many horrors I've never had to experience, and I am very greatful for that.

Did she ever abuse you in any way? It doesn't have to be anything major like hitting or yelling at you for no reason, I'm not a psychologist but I'd think that if she were to ignore you or not listen to you or believe what you'd say that might cause you to hold a grudge. Either that or maybe she's just generally someone you can't get along with personally.

I myself had a rough life thanks to my "dearest" mom. I have read all the stories here, and it seems like my mom is kinda different. She is liked by everyone except me, because she is a "nightmare dressed like a daydream". She wants me to be the smartest and get many achievements but she NEVER ever thought about my happiness. She always blaim me in almost EVERYTHING even if it's her own fault. My father and my sisters always supported her in everything but i don't. She said i'm too sensitive that i dont have any friends, but its actually her fault to blaim me in EVERYTHING. She forced me to be perfect in everything, but i'm a human that will never be perfect. When she is near her friends or my classmates, she will hug and made fun of me. I wanted to be a translator but she forced me to be a doctor. Argh so many wrongs with this "devil". Incoming part 2, 3, and so on

Im 16 and i really hate my mother

1) She is a control freak.
2) I have a very big dream and she is the only one who creats difficulties. When i see her face i want to punch very hard. Sometimes i just want to run away from the house and never come back.

I hate you the most mother.

OMG yes, i finally found a site where i can see what others are going through with their mother too. She is just so annoying and mean. She is always telling me how im an ass to her. Truth is she's making me do this. I can't stand her !!!!. She's taken me to therapist and doctors because she thinks its me. Its not. Its gotten to the point where i can't even be in the same room with her. The way she breathes and talks and coughs. It makes me want to crawl out of my skin. This is horrible.

@4445 me too. feel ya my friend. one thing i swear on my life: she will never see, touch or talk to my children. and i will celebrate the day she dies.

I pray that one day my abusive mother dies and I have time left to enjoy with my father. she has been making our lives hell, my two elder sisters and myself. she manipulates my dad so that he distances himself from me. I pray that she goes, leaves and let me live in peace. she is bipolar with depression and other psychiatric problems and tries to blame me for these, but her whole family keep telling me that she has been this way for years, since her 20's. let alone threatening to throw me out of the house every 2 hrs.. and she knows am in my last year of my BSc and dont have a job. shes a bitch, filthy old disgusting person for whom i got only hatred, pity and would like to spit in her face like she intentionally does to me when she fights with me. she thinks she will make me fail my uni by making my last 2 months hell, but i will not let her. may god bless me and all the abused persons on this site. may we all find ppeace smwhere smhow. let all these abusive mothers rot in hell and may god make them view ( re watch/ re live) each and every of their abusive moments before giving them their final judgement.

some people are not meant to be wives, some are not meant to be mothers. the worst are those who are not meant to be wives and are mothers too!! like mine. she ruins my dads life. i hate her. i hate her so much, so much. she thinks fighting everyday is fucking recreational activity cause thats her character but its not for me. she has made me physically and pathologically sick with all her abusive words and doings.she calls me a slut when i sped tea time at her sister's but shes the real slut for trying to make me take all of the blame for her miserable life.

ure no mother, merely a child bearer.

I'm so glad that I found this site. I felt so alone in this. I'm going to vent a little bit. I hope it helps someone out there like these stories helped me. I am not a bad person. I've learnt that now. For some reason there is some unspoken rule that says you have to love your family. I think that's hopeful thinking. I live with my mum and younger sister. I have no other family at all. Mum decided to have no contact with hers as they were terrible (just going off what she said) and my father left when I was 1. Mum is always working and even when she gets home she'd on her computer. I look after my sister way too much. When we went to primary school together I would look after her till 5 or 6pm everyday. I know that doesn't sound bad but it is. She doesn't always listen to me. Though she is more like my daughter and friend, she has so much in common with me. She grew up with me as her only influence.
I absolutely hate my mother but I don't. Sometimes she's nice but the other 98% of the time she's unbearable. There are many things that piss me off about her. She takes things off me or makes me feel bad about spending money. When she's angry she'll take my computer, phone, wifi or stuff that I really like. I will have a party or friends coming over in a week and she'll say it's fine until we fight and she'll tell me to cancel it. I can't look forward to anything or tell her I like something cause I'm scared she will take it off me. She hurts me and threatens me. Many times she will grab me, punch me, push me around or even slap me. She used to push my head into the wall all the time and I got sore heads and large lumps. I told her it was because I hit my head on the bunk bed and she went along with it. I tell her to stop because she's hurting me but she doesn't. She always makes me out to be bad. She says I'm selfish, a b*tch and a horrible person. I used to try and kill myself and I told her too when I didn't go through with it or it didn't work but she never did anything about it. I have no one around. I used to have friends but she didn't like them. She always tells me how to feel and manipulates me. She wants me to pay rent but I don't have a job. She tells me she hates me and then she always tells me to move out. I don't have anywhere to go and she knows that. I've slept outside before. I'll go out and and she texts me every minute. She scares me so much. I don't feel safe or loved. I dispise living with her. I am so happy when she isn't around but I do have trust problems and I find feelings really hard. I feel trapped. I didn't ask to be born and I wish I could leave like she wants so bad but I can't. How can I cut all ties?

Wow glad I found this site. I'm also 21 and dealing with stuff like you guys are. I'm female and my mother treats me like shit. I'm getting real tired of it things have gotten worse. Despite myself she'll come after me when I could say numerous things to her I don't I try to remain calm now I'm just not saying anything after what's happened. Because she doesn't give an f about me anything I ever fucking tell her she doesn't believe me and won't listen. I'M TIRED OF HER BS. THE WORST PART IS HER STUPID PIECE OF SHIT THE MAN SHE MARRIED (STEPFATHER) GANGS UP WITH HER ON ME AND THOSE FUCKHEADS DON'T NEED TO FUCK WITH ME. I FELT LIKE AFTER ALL THIS TIME SHE'S MADE ME A VERY ANGRY PERSON INSIDE AND to people I'm always as nice as can be. I'm not an angry person by nature anyway she's not understanding as my father is. SHE TOLD HIM SHIT ABOUT THINGS I'M GOING THROUGH AND MY DAD GOT PISSED AND WAS CURSING AT ME (He never does) SHE WAS ALSO ON THE PHONE MAKING REMARKS THAT HE'S CHEWING MY ASS OUT I CRIED THE HARDEST I EVER DID YESTERDAY. Then my Dad called me apologizing asking if I was okay. I don't blame him-I BLAME THAT FUCKING WHORE.

I'm so glad that I found this post. I'm 31 years old and I hate my mother, and I think that she hates me too. For what I'm not sure, for who my real father is, for being a girl, it could be anything. I remember being 7 years old an our next door neighbor had someone break into their house, I was sent earlier that day to bring back some poms poms that I had borrowed for school. My mother in her twisted mind accused me of breaking into the neighbors house. She beat me, not spank and patted on the butt. She beat me black and blue.and told me to get out of her house and to never come back. I wandered around the neighborhood for 6 hours till my big brothers had come back from their father's house and came and got me, and hid me in their room till the next day when she could stand to look at me again. At age 8 me and my brother got into an arguement about baseball cards or something like that. She grabbed my by the hair and drug me through the house to where she had the belt hanging up. She used that belt like it was a whip and beat me for what felt like hours. The next day, I had to go to school and I had bruises and cuts all up and down my body. My teacher at the time asked me what had happened and of course I lied to her. Cause I was always told that if I told it would be a 1000xs worse. My teacher knew that I was lying. What eight year old can pull of any lie convincingly. My teacher called the CPS people and they came out to my house it was a few weeks later. My mother lied them and told them that I just played rough with my big brothers. They believed her and went on about their day. Right after they left I was beaten so bad that I passed out. I found out later that my big brother had stepped in and pushed her away from me. She tried to punch him in the head and broke her hand. I remember later on that she apologized to my brother for hitting him. But she never apologized for beating me till I passed out. She still talks about that incindent to this day. but of course she changed what happened to suit her. She says I threw myself on the ground screaming and knocked myself out. Me and my brothers know the truth but to bring anything of the past up to her now and she acts like she doesn't know what we're talking about. My whole life I've lived like I was the one that was doing something wrong. I had to be good so momma won't get mad. I've tried so hard to make her proud of me or at least happy with me. I've done things I regret now, and wish I could take back most days. But some days I wish I could just end it all and be done. I've realized for the most part (I still have my bad days) that you can't make a miserable person happy because they want you to be sad and miserable with them. I know that I wasn't the best or greatest child out there. But I do know that I didn't deserve what she put me through and continues to try to put me through today.

I hate my mom too. My dad was away for a while on a business trip for two whole years (he did take a break though, like every 5 months or so). But it was during this period that I realised what kind of a crappy person my mother was. My exams were just around the corner and I wasn't well-prepared for them so I told my parents, while my dad was home, not to expect much out of these exams. The day came when my dad had to leave for the middle east this time. So my mom made this plan, with my aunt and their kids (which are around 9-10 years younger to me) to go out for a movie n dinner. Some shit movie we watch. Now, it comes down to dinner. What were we gonna have. Right from the beginning, I froze with the option of pizza. And everybody seemed to agree until of course my stupid mom turned it down. So I asked her for cash so I could go there and have some pizza alone instead. She fuckin slaps me in front of my aunts and starts to yell at me. I just feel miserable about myself. And then when we reach home, she gives me another slap and says that was for misbehaving in front of my aunts and insulting my mom.
About a week before the exams, my mom comes into my room and starts interrogating me about my failures in studies and about how stupid I was as a kid and that the others were better than me. From that day on, everyday, she forces me to study. Her usual excuse for beating the crap outta me is insulting her by being bad in everything I do. And when I do cry out of misery, she puts it off as nothing but drama. Despite all of that, I get poor marks but yeah, I don't fail and I pass with ease sorts. The day she gets to know about this, I get huge hateful lectures about myself being so useless, such a waste and all. It's only till my dad comes back that the drama settles down. I honestly just felt like tearing apart everything that I got a good grip of.

Hi everyone ,
I am 24 years old . I live in an another city other than my family . I just came from my city to spend the nye with the family . The thing is i am here for few days and i am so unhappy as fuck. Well usually i am not a complaning person. Whenever i came to the hometown , i become someone really different , helpless feeling unvaluable , feeling like i have no self esteem at all. Though i know this is something about where i am right now , icant talk to anybody because its a family thing. So i type to the web and i have found you guys. It is shcoking to see how many people hates their own mom .

Well my case is i think i will never forgive her because of what she has done to me when i was very young and after. When i was a small kid there was not any god damn day that she didnt beat me to the death , the reason could be anything but mostly i was not a clean child and drop and spill things at the house thats all . Spill something to the ground do unmessy things and get ready to be punched. I was so ashamed in school since i cant wear short skirts and tshirts since the scars and the purple spots in my body would shown and the class mates would know that i am a useless child.Yeah well , all the bruzes and the pain was okey but somewhere in deep inside i was feeling like the all was my fault and if i obey on any fucking words she say i will be a good person. At the end i could'nt resist and gone away for highschool so i am away from home for years like 9 years . But i cant resist to feel hate for her , she didnt change much , my younger brother was not smart as me so he didnt leave the home for a reason so he drop the school . He acts miserable using drugs and i cant help him. Everyone knows us , me , thinks its his fault but i know i wasnt he was just a helpless kid which believes any fucking poisoned words she says . I am an asistant at a university my grades were high and i was a lucky person never looked for a job after graduation. But i dont care how much i look succeeded at all because deep inside i dislike myself just like my mom tend to do.

Today i wrote like everything because i cant help myself and tomorrow in the morning i will be leaving to go my own town.

Take care guys.

I'm pretty glad I found this post! I too, like many others was ashamed for the resentment I hold towards my mother. Society tells us we have to love them but how can I love someone who constantly criticizes, puts me down, isn't nurturing like a mother should be, manipulates every situation so that it's NEVER her fault. Always guilt trips me and never encourages expression of emotions. I would say my mother isn't all too bad, she could be a lot worse. She isn't physically abusive but she refuses to give me approval or acceptance. Whenever I reached out to her for emotional support she never validates my feelings and blames what I'm feeling on me. I realized later on she is emotionally unavailable. Growing up I had no idea mothers were supposed to provide guidance and support. I was completely shocked when I was exposed to friends who would go to their mothers for emotional support. I thought what I had was normal. My normalcy is that mothers can't and won't help you grow as a person. She reminds me of everything j am incapable of. I try to have normal conversations with her but every conversation turns negative. She always has to tell me my flaws and how negatively she thinks of me as a person. She wonders why I'm so cold and reluctant to spend time with her...but why would I want to be around someone who constantly puts me down and refuses to believe in me? Whenever I tell her I'll "change" or try to improve she would make statements suggesting I will fail anyway. So much resentment from my childhood and even now...I always knew I didn't have a good relationship with her but I never realized I actually have "mommy issues". I recently tried to tell her my feelings. She for angry and asked why am I so cold to her and I tried to tell her why...I even said in the beginning this is very hard for me to do because you taught me to suppress and dismiss my feelings. I told her whenever I reached out to her she wasn't there. Honestly before this conversation I was so sure she would listen...I told myself she is my mother or course she'll care to listen about what she's done to hurt you. All I wanted to do was explain my behavior but she couldn't allow me to. She immediately started trying to justify herself and then guilt trips me by saying how about all the things I've done for you, why must you remember all the bad. I really am grateful for her being there financially...but my emotional needs were never met as a child. You financially support me because you chose to have me...I didn't ask to be your child and the honest truth is if I had a choice I would most definitely pick a different mother. She favors my sisters over me and no matter how much she says she doesn't, her actions say otherwise. Nothing is ever good enough for her and I am rebellious and do the opposite of what she tells me because I don't see the point in trying to please her if all she sees is disappointment. I don't think my mother is mentally well, she's had past trauma too. After our recent conversation I do hate her now. I respect her as a mother but i can now say I hate her. She is also very insecure so having "talks" about how she's affected me is impossible. You just can't do that with someone who is so insecure. I kept telling her my point isn't to criticize, it was to express and explain. She couldn't see past that. I've had this experience before with other insecure friends...they simply cannot handle their "mistakes". Our recent convo is the last time I'm willing to open up. Her comments and insensitivity and unwillingness to see things from my perspective makes me feel so trapped. For years I've blamed myself for the way she's treated me but no more. I'm trying to love myself and I just can't achieve that with her around. I'm saving up to move out. I think distance will help. I hate my mother.

So I hate my mother. When I was younger I tried to love her, but she hates me too so I feel justified. When I was a kid she was very abuive to only me. I am the youngest of five kids and I am the only one she has been abusive with. She would always say she hated me. When I was thirteen she told me a story of how she prayed to God in some church and asked for an son and she had my brother then she prayed in the same church and begged God not to give her any more and she had me. She has always hated me. She yells and screams all the time. She throws things at me. She freaks out when the house is not clean so I try to keep it clean but even if I clean everything there is always something else I could have done. She complains that I am fat and ugly and that is why she is still stuck with me. She has also tried to kills me befor. She just stood over me with a knife staring at. Me. If my dads ad not come homes she would haven tabbed me. She is just as mean to my dad as she is to me. Alsways yelling at him a so telling him he can do nothing right. Though everyone knows that she is have ing an affair with her female best friend, but they don't say anything. What annoys me the most though is she acts like a perfect chiristian in front of her friends and church. People growing up always told me they were jealous of me and that they wished she was their mom. Everyone always tells me how amazing she is and I just want to puke. But I can't tell them the truth because it does not end well because she always finds out. Right now I am stuck living with her because I have horrible health problems and also can't afford to leave. I hate her so much and I am so fucking tired of pretending she is some amazing woman. I feel like I am living Ina war zone with that woman and any day now she is going t o snap and kill me. I have attempted to kill myself three times to get away from her. I hate her so much that I am never having kids for fear that I would be a parent like her.

I myself think its bad to hate your mother. But in a way she just forces me to dislike her. Because she is so fucking arrogant and nothing is ever ever her fault. Its always somebody elses fault. Children, husband and friends and everyone else. Never for a moment she admits she is wrong. Not ever!!! Even if I try something nice or ask a normal question she immediatly acts like I throw a stone in her face. I cant even sit in the same room for more than five minutes with her. She thinks she is the smartest and most perfect intellectual on the planet and she is always right no matter what the situation. She has the most stupid opinions you can imagine sometimes and I am like "Do you hear yourself talk sometimes!?". I myself am not perfect no doubt about that but that doesnt mean she has to control me like a puppet. I am 23 years already . In half a year I will leave the house and I will be rid of her and I hope to see or speak to her the least I can.

I'm sorry that so many people have a disgusting excuse for a mother.

Unfortunately mine is also, and quite upset that the only thing you can do in this situation is run away from the problem (move out and don't look back).

I don't want to wright down all the horrible things she does, because It's actually quite hard, and it certainly doesn't help (me anyway).

I have always found phycology interesting, the more I learnt, the more I realise there is no hope.

Anyway, I came across this BLOG POST (LINK BELOW) on narcissistic mothers a few weeks ago.

Every word spoke to me. I found it helped, because knowing exactly what she is, and what she does, and why she does it made me recognise it every time. And so made it easier to deal with.

Just for your own sake though, don't combat or confront her, because you'll never win. You'll never win because you're a better person than her, and she has many years experience doing what she does.

This won't be the case for everybody, but for those it speaks to, I hope it helps in some way.

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BLESS YOU FOR POSTING THIS AND EVERYONE

today i got into another huge fight with my bitchy mother because she claims im being too rude and i talk back. to the point she threatened to kick me out the house and not bother sending me to college.
ok WHY I HATE HER
well, everything was rosy and peachy until i turned 9 . my family is fucked up. very fucked up. my father is a sex addict who polygamies because he just cant get enough sex from ONE WOMAN. so one fateful night, i was sleeping with my parents on their bed. now, at that time i was an oblivious kid who thought she had a happy family and tried to be normal. always smiling and hugging them oh boy how stupid and naive i was. and now that i think back, i knew there was something wrong with me. my parents would have really loud sex. and i dont know how but since i was 9 i was realllllyyyy horny? idk i liked to touch myself anyway nothing wrong with that i didnt bother anyone. back to the "night", i was still awake and it was really late. my father was sleeping between me and my mother. and i think he whispered to her that he wanted sex and she groaned and went back to sleep. and then he turned to me and poke me with his willy ( i cant bring myself to use other words, im 18 now and i still feel sick whenever i think about it ) and i was surprised by this thing poking me and touched it. my parents described sex as "playing games" so i was like oh maybe i can play the game too?? could you blame a child who wanted to know about the games her parents played??!! so, my father whispered that we should move to the next room, so we went. and then when he was sliding his willy in hetold me i cant tell anyone even my mother and i just said okay. he didnt put his full length in as my mother woke up and was sleepily entering the room. my father quickly rolled off and pretended nothing happened. i did the same. all of us went to sleep. and the weeks went by like nothing happened, until one day she suddenly asked "has your father done anything to you?" i said no. "touched you? anywhere?" i said no . i was reading a book and the air got thicker and awkward. one look on my face and she went "its okay you can tell me. he's not suppose to do that. i wont get mad" so i told her and all hell broke loose. she dragged me to the clinic and the doctor said i ripped my hymen and she threw a fit. where im from , virginity is this huge thing and if you want a happy marriage you should be a virgin when you marry. at first i didnt think of it much. but suddenly she changed. she fought with my father and told EVERYONE IN MY FAMILY ON HER SIDE ( PARENTS, SIBLINGS, AUNTS) THAT I GOT RAPED BY MY FATHER. i didnt know better until now that i have been given sympathetic looks and sympathy. i had this weird feeling of emptiness when i turned 10. i started fighting in school and my gardes slipped. i was a straight A student and loved learning but not anymore.

and then life got worse. i went to sleep at my aunt's ( mother's sister) house and one night i woke up feeling someone roaming my thighs. i opened my eyes and saw her husband ( not in my bloodline) sitting beside me and i gasped as he pushed a finger inside me. he suddenly got up and left the room. i was shocked . how could he do that. my cousins were sleeping right next to me. the next day, i was quiet. i didnt mean to . i tried to be normal but my aunt susoected something when i didnt eat much so i told her. and she yelled at her husband when he got home and he denied it. i was speechless. my aunt called my mum and she came over. yelling to me, to tell everything again. she believed me but blamed it on me. she said " you should have locked the door" . again i was speechless and just nodded. when i went back. she told me she cant get a divorce becuase my father will kill her if she reported him. he is well known doctor. funny, how someone who is suppose to help people would also rape his own daughter. that BITCH said " you showuld have known better. why are you so stupid? you must have let him on." how would you feel if your own father raped you and took away your virginity that was suppose to be "sacred". fuck that. my mother and i moved and i tranferred into an all girls school until i graduated from high school.

in high school, everyone was getting boyfriends from outside and i was the awkward girl who didnt know what to say to people. i got depressed and put on a lot of weight when we moved. now this bitch kept saying "huh look at you. you're ugly, stupid and fat.who would marry you? not even a virgin, you'll get divorced the very next day!" i cried so hard that night. all i wanted was a happy family. dreams of having my own happy family that could make up for my fucked up one were shattered. fastforward to now. im still quite fat, 66 kg for 162 cm. everyday she comes to me syaing how all her friends want to see me so she shows a picture and they say " she looks like you! but isnt she pretty! ohmy.. shes so fat!!" and im like I DONT CARE WHAT YOUR GODDAMN JUDGEMENTAL FRIENDS THINK. she calls me fat and taunts and pushes all my buttons then acts the victim when i get annoyed. oh the pitiful wronged mother when her daughter doesnt "respect her". how the fuck am i suppose to respect the bitch that BLAMED ME FOR A CHILD RAPE AND KEEPS CALLING ME FAT STUPID UGLY WHEN IM THE ONE WHO GOT INTO COLLEGE. I HATE HER. I keep telling myslef that if i kill her, i'll only get arrested so let her die or get killed by someone else. she's a two faced bitch that even acts innocent infront of her siblings and expects me worship her. im counting days where i can graduate and move out and just cut her out of my life. she is just toxic to me.

My mum's a bitch too. I hate her but have to pretend that I love her. so trapped.

My mum is a pain in the ass!! I can't wait until I move out. She doesn't understand me at all and thinks she's a saint and I have to be more like her and such but she is a terrible person. She gets mad at random times and likes to take out her anger at anyone and anything. One time she slapped me just because I had a single pimple on my face and she didn't like it. When I need to do some work and stay up late she gets mad and doesn't even listen to WHY I stay up and she just assumes that I was on social media and she treats me like I'm still a kid and makes me write these essays where I have to write down everything I did wrong (which adds to my workload) She's really unreasonable and wins every argument that we have by saying "I'm your mother I know what's best for you" even though her arguments don't even make any sense. When I was little she used to hit me a lot with sticks or sometimes she would just slap me in public when she felt like it. She also always liked to insult me and say that I'm really ugly, or I'm the most stupid person she's ever met, or that if she didn't have kids her life would be so much better. One time she even insulted my friends and asked me why I was hanging out with them if they aren't useful to me and I should hang out with smarter, more capable people. Well, I can hang out with whoever I want! Glad to know that there are people with similiar situations (although I see a lot of situations that are worse than mine)

I'm so happy to find this thread, I really thought I was alone in this with how many people look at me with disgust when I say I cannot stand my mother. Let me set this straight. My mother used to be a very kind and funny woman. Sometimes it still shines through in her on rare occasion. She's incredibly strong and adaptable, it's understandable to me that she's twisted into this horrible wretch from everything that's gone wrong in the past year. In March of this year, she was assaulted by this insane upstairs neighbor of ours. She was punched repeatedly in the face and left writhing on the ground while people just sat there in their fucking cars WATCHING and doing NOTHING. She went to the hospital for a TBI (concussion) with only somehow minor injuries externally and no injuries to her brain or skull, her doctor even proclaimed it was a miracle that nothing severe had happened to her. Afterwards however, her personality changed over time. She comes into my room now randomly and will scream at me about how all of the neighbors are ugly n*****s for hours ceaselessly before going to her room to cry and yell about them to herself more. She is constantly belligerent towards people and judgmental of them, and will try to break any and all small petty rules she can just so she can aggravate other people (and when i call her out on it she gets pissed and yells at me about being "to the book" and that "she didn't raise me to be such a whiny b****") She does thing too where she'll be asking me if i believe in vampires or werewolves or what's my opinion on nazis randomly but what she really means is "do you want to talk about the upstairs neighbor that assaulted me" because she immediately will state that they're a nazi/vampire/werewolf and lock me into one of her angry tangents where she'll start yelling about how much of an awful n****r they are and that she was assaulted by them and how she should be lying on the cement right now with her brains busted out her skull. She loves to minimize any problems I have with my anxiety or maximize a trivial thing like someone annoying me before school and demands me to report it to the district because she wants to "get a reaction". I really want to still like her, honestly. She's still just as strong-willed and occasionally funny as she was before and I really aspire to that. But she's been twisted so horribly after the assault that I can rarely stand to be around her, a lot of the times I'll be immediately angered by her presence because I know she's only coming up to me to rant about something. I'm incredibly distraught and just emotionally drained from having to be around her constant anger. It's a tragedy that things had to go this way for her and I feel horrible for hating her.

So glad I found this site. I am 20 years old and hated my mother for as long as I can remember. She is, to be blunt, the biggest bitch I have ever met in my life. She's one of those people that achieved nothing in life yet think they are better than everyone else and boss people around. She treats me and my dad like personal slaves. She keeps saying how when she was younger she was the most beautiful and always had guys lining up for her. It's one of the ways she puts me down: I always hear how when she was my age she had healthier skin, bigger boobs, smaller waist... She's a typical narcissist.
She tries to control my life and is convinced that giving birth to me gives her the right to treat me like her property. When I was younger I would have to sneak around just to go out with some friends. Now she still attempts to tell me how to live my live, luckily I'm only at home occasionally. She doesn't accept any form of criticism and thinks shes the smartest, whereas realistically she's probably got below average intelligence. She tells stories from my childhood n teens that are complete lies and tells me to shut up when I call her out on it.
I used to think it's just me but no, I recently came to realise that most people hate her. She is not only a bad mother but a horrible person in general. Not everyone is suited to be a parent.

Yes, it's normal to dislike someone that treats you badly. Controlling your anger is something that can be worked on, but you need to move away from this person and get in control of how much contact you have with her.

I'm 32 and coming to terms with the fact that on some level I will always hate my mother no matter how much I try to forgive, and work with her on things. Ever seen Mommy Dearest? Take that, move it to a trailer park and make the kids biological. That was my upbringing. The worst part of it was that she'd use stories of how much worse her parents were to convince us that we weren't being mistreated, and that anything that happened was our fault. She was always the victim and everyone else in the wrong -- especially when I began defending myself from her physical abuse. Both my brother and I ran away to our father's house at age 16. I'd probably be either dead or in prison otherwise.

As an adult she still tries to use guilt, and her ideas of "mental health" to control me. When this fails she becomes antagonistic. I've learned not to play her games, and have precisely as much to do with her as I want.

I don't feel any guilt about having minimal contact with this person. I would not tolerate this sort of behavior coming from a friend or acquaintance. I didn't ask to be born. I didn't ask to be abused, and I certainly did not ask to be obliged to a toxic relationship as an adult. If the rest of society has a problem with that they're more than welcome to spend time with the old hagraven. I don't intend to any time soon.

Great to see this. My mother is a person that should never have had children. I spent most of my childhood wishing that I had a different mother or was secretly adopted. My mother used to scream at me if I wanted her to take me to the park near our house when I was very young. If I would cry in front of her she'd scream at me and make fun of me for crying. When I was in early public school she'd yell at me to run away. She used to slap my hands or arms. She refused to pick me up by the age of four or hold me, saying I was too heavy, when I was a very small child. I'm an adult now, and I can no longer carry a conversation with her. She will start shouting, becoming very ignorant, if I try to speak to her longer than a minute or two. Or she will abruptly change the subject and make anything we are discussing all about her. I can't be sick without her being sick too, or she'll say she had that, and start talking about herself. My entire life, she has never understood why my dad would want to spend anytime with me. If you try to have a conversation with a third person in the room, she'll either interrupt by being ignorant, or start saying insults about me under her breath. She'll do this on my dad too. We recently attended my cousins bridal shower and she was furious that my aunt really had no time to talk to her. My aunt was the mother of the bride to be and had many people to talk too. She refused to eat any food while there because of this and food was prepared especially for her as she has a gluten free diet. She will sling insults at me out of the blue, from anything I do, to my appearance. I cannot print properly, I was told this morning. As a small example. I don't put my shoes on right. I don't put milk in the pitcher right. Are others. She is the cruelest, evil, manipulative bitch you could ever meet, but will be the sweetest little angel to anyone but my father and especially me. Very glad to know I'm not alone.

My mother has never been the nicest person let alone to me. Let me start out by giving a quick bio about my family; we live in a good neighbourhood, are fairly wealthy and are families of 4 (mom, dad, brother and myself) we also have a dog. As a kid my friends would never want to come over to play, they would ask what I did as a baby to make them hate me so much, however this was never the case with my older brother. The neighbourhood kids that were friends with us said my brother was the golden boy. My mom and dad always yelled at me when things didn’t go their way; tough day at work resulted in snapping at me, never my brother. The first time they threatened to send me away was when I was 12. They said they would send me to boarding school and use my college funds. They would slap and pin me down, threaten to call the school to take me away. When they would push me to the hardwood and give me fat lips I would threaten to call social services, they would say, “The phone is right there”. In high school my mom got on me about my weight, I needed to eat less and exercise more. I was 120Lbs. My mom would get on me about the outfits and that they looked fat. When I yelled back I was hit or pushed around, not as much as the other stories here, never enough for people to notice. I would often come home to my clothes in bags telling me to move out or have suitcases thrown at me. One time I had to live with my neighbour for 2 weeks because they said, “they needed a break from my attitude”. My mother was always the most vocal. When I was finishing high school the neighbour wanted to call social services on them but instead convinced them to take me to a therapist. My parents wanted to send me to live in France for a year instead of going to university; they were threatening not to pay. The therapist agreed with me because I have GAD (anxiety) and they took me to a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist agreed with me however my parents didn’t care. Before I left my last session he told me that not all relationships are salvageable. When I got back from France early (had to leave because of anxiety and early onset depression) my parents started going on about how I tried and that it was good that I chose to go. My parents are emotionally vindictive but believe they are the best parents in the world. They have given me bloody noses, fat lips and bruises but nothing compares to the emotional abuse. I am scared to have kids, is that normal?

I think I hate my mother, but I always deny it cuz I know it's wrong. She gave me life, house and food, but it kind of frightens me that maybe the only reason I tell myself I love her is because of those. And pity, pity that I don't love her. But how can I love her when she doesn't love me the same way? Or maybe she does, who knows really.
I'm her middle child and I'm always been the least wanted by the family. I'm not the most beautiful nor the kindest.
I have this terrible attitude when I was a kid of answering back, but now I believed I've lessened it. But she never sees my struggle. I am that way; I have short patience. The fact that I can control myself more now, is something good. Right? But she always sees me the same way I was before.

She also is the reason, one of them, why I am so insecure with myself. She always told us that when she was younger, she's the one of the prettiest. And here, I'm not. She always makes it sound like being fat is so wrong. I try to tell myself it's not. But when my mother comments about it like it's something so wrong, that's when I sort of believe it.

She never shut up. Even if I'm hurting. I don't talk anymore for she might call it answering back. But her words are hurtful and unstoppable so I just leave. She never stops talking.

She doesn't believe me. One time I told her I have a cough, but I told her not so ordinarily since it only occurs at night. But I assure her I have phlegm so that she can give me money for medication.
Then she told me nobody heard me coughing. And I ask her why do they need to? Why can't they just believe me?
She told me I'm paranoid and hallucinating. It's all because of the books I've been reading.
SHE RATHER HAVE A MAD CHILD THAN SOMEONE WHO TELLS THE TRUTH.

She's very thrifty. Sometimes when I'm sick, I don't tell her. She's used aiding my sickly brother, not me. But sometimes when things get worst I have to tell her. BUT STILL SHE ACTS LIKE ALL I DID WAS SPEND HER MONEY.

She's not ready to be a mother. Maybe to my little sister and my big brother, but not to me. She conplains about it. Sometimes she regrets giving life to me.
Sometimes I regret too.
If I wasn't born, she should not have any problems in her life.

Since she's always pointing out that I'm the black sheep of the family.

I hate her. That's true. I wish I could love her. Even if she hurts me always. Eveb if she isn't there when I need her.
I want to be a good child.
But I can't pretend anymore.

I’m so relieved to have found this thread. There’s so much I want to write and I just don’t know where to begin, but here it goes…

I come from a culture where mothers train their kids (especially boys) to love them above everything but God, and where Exodus 20:12 and Ephesians 6:2 were cited constantly as a way to manipulate and control kids by tapping into their religious belief. Because of that I’ve develop anger towards religion, especially Christianity. It felt as if the pain inflicted onto me by my mother was supported and approved by the bible.
Where I come from its very common for mothers to say -“You can have many girlfriends, marry different women, but remember you have only ONE mother and you should honor her, love her, respect her and cherish her over everyone and everything for as long as you shall live.”

I’m 35 years old and I feel I’ve been held hostage of my mother’s psychological warfare my whole life.
She’s a borderline tyrant who will say and do whatever she thinks is necessary to get what she wants. She has massacred me to the point where I can’t take it anymore.
She’s controlling and manipulative. If she has a problem with someone, she’ll make sure everyone around them buys into her hate towards that person, even if the target of her hatred is her own son.
She insists on always being the center of attention, and is incapable of congratulating someone else on their deeds and accomplishments.
I’ve witnessed her crying hysterically over something that a member of her church had gotten that she had wanted for a long time but was never offered to her.
She’s incapable of wishing someone a mere happy birthday.

Yesterday was mother’s day, and I prepared a cookout with my wife and kids and two other families at my house. She found out I was having a get together and didn’t invite her and she flipped out!
She called me and yelled horrendous hurtful things; one of them being she’s had 3 pregnancies, one of which she aborted, and she regret not have aborted me instead.

My father hates confrontations, and it drives her crazy that him and I get along (somewhat). She beats him physically and psychologically for that. She wants him to back her up unconditionally .
Being the head of our household, I blame my father for being a coward and I also hold him responsible for much of the pain and suffering I’ve endured. He should have had the courage to confront her and put a stop to the abuse in the early stages.

I have many flaws, after all I was raised by this woman and I’m sure some of her traits have rubbed off on me. However, I acknowledge my flaws and I work on becoming a better person.
My wife is the complete opposite of my mother. I married a woman who’s caring, loving, honest, and dedicated to our kids. Unlike my mother, I’ve never heard my wife speak ill of anyone.
I guess I was most attracted to her calm spirit, which is something I was never exposed to as I grew up in a very turbulent household, full of yelling, physical and mental abuse.

I’m sorry if my thoughts and writing seem a bit disconnected, but I can’t think straight right now. I think I’ve finally reached my boiling point.

you're not alone, just the sound of her eating or breathing or walking makes me feel like stabbing my intestines out. i'm a very docile and non-violent person but i have to use all my strength not to hurt myself or break whatever is nearest to me when we are in the same room, but i have uncontrollably smashed things and/or self harmed due to her before. even just right now she is making dinner (?maybe) for herself and i can hear the grating sound of her fork scraping and stabbing the bowl as she mashes salmon and over half a jar of mayo together.... I wish I was joking. she is the most sickening just thinking of her makes me close to vomiting and i get that burning feeling in my chest. she manipulates me to forget and that i'm just being "oversensitive" over her verbal and psychological abuse to me. In fact as i'm writing this she just came up to me and said "why are you so angry with me", and i calmly told her that i am sick of being invalidated and used as a tool to get pity. i am going to stand up to myself. and she cut me off before i could even finish my sentence,"WELL I'M NOT SURROUNDED WITH FRIENDS LIKE YOU ARE" and "WELL I WAS IN MENTAL HOSPITAL HALF THE DAY" (p.s i was at the childrens hospital today as a patient getting a intramuscular injection today and i don't have any friends)

It is not necessarily hatred for no reason, even if she has done nothing bad to you ever i can guarantee you will regret it if you don't trust your gut instinct.

I've just spent an hour reading many of your comments, and boy am I glad that I'm not alone. For so long I've felt like it was wrong of me to hate my own mother; someone who gave birth to me. But no, I'm 21 now and I realise that I'm not the issue. For as long as I've remember, she has physically and emotionally abused me. From whipping me with those donkey/horse whips leaving my back scarred, to pulling TONS of my hair out (she does this because she knows I can't grow my hair out fast like all the "normal" girls, so I spend extra care on helping my hair to grow). She says I'm a piece of shit and she wishes I was never born, and that if she had the chance she would have suffocated me during birth. She punches me, slaps me, kicks me, steps on me, pulls my hair out. She insults me every day of my life, tries to break me down. I was very insecure and felt worthless for all of my teenage years. I thought to myself maybe I am the issue and that I deserve this, she wanted me to believe that I was the problem for so long, she made me believe that I'm evil and that I deserved this mistreatment. But no, I am a sensible adult, studying psychology and criminology at uni, I'm respectful, the 2 friends that I do have absolutely love me, so do my cousins and the rest of my family. She's made my life an absolute living hell. I've been diagnosed with clinical depressed and generalised anxiety disorder. For so long I wanted not to hate her, I tried so hard to have a relationship with her, but she is just such a bitch, absolutely unbearable, obnoxious bitch that thinks she's so perfect. She tries to turn my father against me because she's jealous of our relationship. She hates that I get along with him, so she feeds him lies and acts so innocent in front of him. After she's just done beating me, she would call him on the phone (whilst he's at work) so she can cry and say that I've done and said so and so to her, and it's all lies. I can't stand her. I fucking hate her and I wish she would just disappear. The notion that we shouldn't hate our own mothers is something I wish could be killed off and have light shed on the abuse children go through everyday. She's not my mother, she's nothing but a birthgiver. She gave birth to me, nothing else. She has never in her life been there for me. I have never had a heart to heart conversation with her, I tried once and she laughed in my face. I wanted to tell social services and call the police on her so many times, but I was afraid that they would take her away and my brothers would be separated and put into care. I was scared that I would ruin my family and be perceived as the "evil" one. I love my father, I couldn't do that to him.

Holy crap....did you all read and/or steal my diary?!? Lol! I feel SO much better knowing I'm not alone, crazy, mean spirited or overreacting!! My mom has done all of this, and forged my signature for over 12 years to drain money out an account that was set up for me by relatives as a child (it was supposed to be turned over to me at 18, but god forbid she doesn't have absolute and total control of everything of mine!!!!). What's mine is her and what's hers is hers lol. She will NEVER see my kids when I have them and I sm getting ready to sever ties with her. She's the worst person I know. I don't tell her anything about my relationship (even tho I'm not good enough, somehow no one else is good enough for me either lol), I dont introduce her to anyone in my life to protect them and I keep my own distance until I get some things straight then I'm done!

Great to find this site. I'm 40 and still feel like an angry child, with poisonous hatred eating me up. I developed a severe 'reaction' to my mother when I was little. I have always suspected something was wrong with her but now wonder if she is a narcisst. Apart from her violent and abusive outbursts when I was young and her emotionally manipulative behaviour, she sems to have great difficulty saying anything nice, caring or complimentary. Whatever I say, she knows better. She wipes my feelings, wishes and passions clean away. It's like she loves me because she gave birth to me, but has no idea who I am. Sometimes she can be supportive and nice, but then she sticks the knife in. I know I can never express how I feel or resolve this with her- it would descend rapidly into the abyss. So each fight gets swept under the carpet until the next time. This pent up pain and anger eats me up and turns me in to someone I feel is not really me. I would love to cut her out of my life, but as an only child of divorced parents, I would be totally abandoning her.... it's a torturous trap to feel both hatred and pity for someone, and however much I try not to care, it kills me that things will never change

Like what she did to my father. Always badmouthing him to people. He was having an affair with a younger woman, SHE WAS stinky he said. Really bad. She had a so called breakdown. She did not have a breakdown she was looking for attention. Just like she does now. I heard what she did to him from a few of his friends. Always yelling. Would not try and lose weight. She overeats constantly putting something in her mouth. lol She is just gross. Glad she only had the two of us. She probably would have eaten us if she could have. LOL dont mean to joke but it has become a defense mechanism. Hope she does not see this. She will go nuts. I really hope i can work on my outspoken traits ive picked up from her. She is very loose physically and in her mind. Sort of like a time bomb waiting to go off on anyone. She stalks people. She says its for their own good. Is she serious! Told you people she is a lunatic. One day she will bother the wrong person, and she will meet ' her Gods work' Shes so strange I wish she would take her pies and fall off the face of the earth

Well hello again. I wanted to apologize to everyone in the group if I OFFENDED anyone But im a very outspoken person. I'm a lot like my mother now. I guess im really going to have to work on that. I dont want to be like the fat POS woman. She was a shitty mother! But her mother was shitty too. I guess I'm just going to have to break the chain. I've heard her grandmother abused her mother as a child and the other children Somehow I will get over this nut. I'm moving as far as possible and that woman will never get near my children. Like I said ' I smile at her and can't wait for the day to get away from her vile personality. She is alway mimicing me too. I'm not her muse. I hope I did not offend anyone. She's psychotic and has driven me nuts for years. My sister is right behind me. We attacked her because she has been attacking us. Well we were fighting her back. The days of her sitting on us, and pulling our hair is over. She spits on us when she gets mad. So we spit back at her now. Were just sick of this woman. She is the sorriest excuse of a mother I have ever seen. Everyone knows how she really is, but she tries to play the caring, good mother. People have witnessed her beating us. She knows it too! Her day will come. She is always insulting someone. I hope she goes to Hell for all she has done to people

I hate my mmum too! She never shuts that big fat trap either. She thinks she's a social worker, and she barely graduated high school. Always trying to figure out what is wrong with someone. She is what is wrong with me! I'm going to college next fall and can hardly wait to get out of this house. She sits around all day complaining about her knees hurting to my stepfather, and the rest of the family. Always in everyones business, fukn btch. Always complaining she cant lose weight. I've told her to try the gym, and she does work out once in a while, but eating pie, cookies, etc secretly at night does not help! She's huggggeeee.
She uses my sister and I as her 'personal maids'. Screams and yells all day long. I wish I had a brother, she said 'she only wanted girls. She is on the internet all day, eats, screams and yells, but she has 'OCD' Or so she says. She does not have ocd, she has 'I'm a fkn nosey N everyones business biotch. She claims to be a Christian. Catholic 'what a Joke' the woman knows nothing about the bible, but dont say that to her. Oh she knows all. She knows shit. God I hate her. She thinks she's 20, acts five, and will be 40 soon. Her LOUD SCREAMING ALL THE TIME voice is awful, screeching, sounds a lot like pig squealing. She and my stepfather are having sx right out in the open, and we can see them, and hear her nasty azz. She's so gross. Well they both are. Imagine walking in the house and seeing two 300 pounders going at it. EWWWWWWWWW THEY ARE NASTY!
My father was right. She makes me sick!! It's disgusting. She biotchs all day long about her 'so called disease'.. Shes got a disease all right, it's a brain disease. She's a raving lunatic.

She beatS us all the time, and would slap my baby sister across her face daily when she was just a baby. She beat me on a daily basis too. I want to live with my dad, but hes always away. He works!!! She's been fired or left jobs that she was only at for two weeks. We had to live with my gm, and that witch was horrible. I hate them both, but I just smile, and wait for the day i can move away from this lunatic.
Social worker llololol
Cant help the distain I feel for this hag. Cant believe I came out of her gross body. Dad left because she abused him, and she refused to take care of herself, the house was filthy, and she stunK. Gross, nasty woman. I hate her for the abuse she has put us through. She needs to go back to schooL, and get some parenting classes. I straighten my hair, she straightens her hair. I told her to stay out of my business and get a life. But that is just not what she is going to do. She Cant I guess. I cant wait till the witch dies. I HATE HER. Wish i could live with my father. I 'secretly hate her husband too. He's a fat huge, flunkie of hers Well more like her puppet. He does whatever this woman says! He's got this mole on his chin i wish he would have removed, god they are disgusting. Sorry to be so graphic with these gorey details but they both gross me out. She drinks all the time, goes to bars, but she has OCD, and she works with special needs people. NOT!!! LOLOL she's nasty. Takes advantage of people and getting free things, thats all she thinks of doing all day. How can i get something for nothing. Lies to the Authorities about people. Dreams up imaginary things in her small mind that i have never done. She's the nastiest woman! I cant wait to get away from her forever. I've never really told her how I feel, because i need a place to live. I was away in another country doing Gods Work as she calls it, and would rather sleep with the monkeys and orphans then come home to her nasty , f gross character of a so called human. Still trying to figure out what she is. I HATE HER! Sorry if I seem angry I am. She has done nothing but verbally, emotionally, and physically abuse me and my sister since we were babies. FFFFFFFFATPIG. But I just keep smiling at her, without her knowing the motive of my smile. I wont be coming back when i can support myself. Goodbye you hag piece of trash child abusing witch

Physical abuse is obviously crossing the line.
But verbal and emotional abuse can be equally if not more damaging and is so underrated.

As far as I'm concerned, that woman just gave birth to me.
She is not my mother.

My birthday today. Happy birthday to me. I wish I could go back 57 years and never be born. I want to ask her, is this what you thought when you gave birth to me: ha, this girl's gonna be my servant in my old age.

It happened again last night. Mom fell and that alert button brought the fire dept. I was woken by 2 firemen knocking on my door.t This is terrible for me because my father sexually abused me when I was 11. My sister know because we shared a room. She and my mom are trying to hurt me. This brings on all sort of PTSD. They don't care. They want me all screwed up and paralyzed with fear and terror so I'll just be my mom's bitch.

Oh god. I can't take it any more. I'm trapped with my mother. She's rich and I came home to live with her to give myself a break.I have no money. She is so old and so disgusting. She had a stroke and now's she's back in the apartment. My horrible sister, who's also rich, is making me stay with her. My mother can't pull her pants up and is in a wheel chair. I can take how she exposes herself. So awful. So horrible I don't deserve this.

I despise my mother. I did not have a horrible childhood, I was taken care of quite well, had all the basics and then some however; my mother is a total ASS. I am 40 and it took me about 25 years to be OK with hating my mother. It seems like the wrong emotion but it IS how I feel and I am done trying to make it any different. There are many reasons why I have a disdain for my mother, some small some bigger but, all in all she was just an ASS. I am OK with hating an ASS. I am cordial when we are together and keep things light so I don't want to smack her across the face but, I keep my visits to 1x a year and phone calls to holidays and e-mails to a few lines and very minimal. This works for me. Do not care if it works for her, it keeps me sane and happy. YES it is OK to hate your mother, I think more people have this feeling then let on. I began a much happier existence when I let my feeling of hatred for her be OK. It is how I feel and have felt for a very long time, it may change some day but, if it does not I AM OK with that as well.

My mother is cold, distant, dismissive, unemotional, unloving, and unapproachable. As a result of her emotional neglect, I showed mental problems as early as 4-years-old with resistant behaviour. Resistant to bathing, cleaning teeth, getting dressed, getting to school and other places on time, and even eating food. This was NOT normal! Incapable to see the damage she was causing, the bitch simply assumed that I must have been a ‘lazy girl’. Oh sure, these problems are those of a child who are merely lazy. My emotional development was poor. I’m not able to remember a time when I wasn’t withdrawn and timid. I think this started around 4 as well. Again through childhood she assumed that it was just me being a ‘shy type’ when in fact, I was developing social anxiety disorder. This is more serious than merely being shy. I was disengaged at school. Unfortunately the desire to learn wasn’t even there, and whether I realised or not, it was always my intention to have so few friends at a time. My frontal cortex has suffered impairment of some sort from as young as 4.

My mother is such a cleaning whore! She’s fucking OBSESSED with the kitchen. She has carpets everywhere and strips the place and cleans the kitchen floor three times, every day, without fail. She bought this mini oven so she wouldn’t have to clean the big oven, but still obsessively cleans the mini oven literally every time it’s used, and gets angry when the big oven is ever used. What the fucking hell??? She is also OBSESSED with checking on her car every night, which she barely drives and is always parked in the garage. My mother LOVES to play the victim. She insists to abide by her cleaning regime while also complaining moaning, and even screaming about all the ‘work she’s got to do’. Any amount of mess is too much because she wants the house spotless 24-7. Do you see the TRAP here?

In addition to the OCD, she also has a High Conflict Personality Disorder. My mother is preoccupied with Blame. It dominates her thinking all the time. She will never let things rest. She overacts to everything causing tension and conflict wherever she goes! A problem always has to be the fault of someone or something, but never herself! You have to worry about what she’ll do wrong because you’ll ultimately get the blame for it. What a fucking BITCH. My mother is loud, obnoxious and in your face. She has this terrible chronic cough, which sounds more like gagging and joking. I HATE it. There is no escape from her voice, her repulsive noises - bellows, screams, and coughs - because it booms through the house in every room.

My mother deserves my hatred.

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I d like to add that every single moment she tells me how much she pays for me, reminding me that she paid for my studies (I m also wondering how much she has paid for my studies, if I have inherited a debt of about 300000 euros. Thats the amount I owe according to my brother, as I have never seen any formal documents) It is also important to say that my dad had no idea of the debt amount before he died, as there were cards and loans in his name, that he never had any idea about their existence. Dad was very careful with financials he would never borrow money that he wouldnt afford to pay back.
I ve been listening that my mother pays me since I was 12 years old. All of my life I remember her shouting that getting maried and having "bastards" (thats how she calls kids) is the worst think a woman can do.
I repeat myself: What kind of shitty person she is???
I am disgusted. Whenever I feel i have to talk to her, my stomach aches like crazy because I know that 90% she will find a reason to start fighting and yelling. I have to put up with her everyday living in the same house. I beg God everyday to help me get out of here, i dont have any more patience, my stomach feels like broken.
Thanks for listening

at least there is sb out there that can understand me..
I read many of your comments, and first of all I would like to thank you for sharing such a hard-to-say subject.
There are so many women that didnt deserve to become mothers, on the other hand we should be thankful that they brought us to life. However.. what did they do?? The just got married with somebody they never loved and had sex and then they had to bear us in their bellies for nine months, to tell us for a lifetime how hard it was for them that they had a child. Clapping hands, congratulations.
My mum is totally crazy, she is the kind of person who yells and swears all the time, she criticizes everybody, she fights with strangers in the street, bullying people, in a nutshell she is just a horrible person. However, when she finally manages to get sb (including me) out of control, she simply thinks that we are all crazy, and then she transforms herself to the most understanding and loving person in order to calm us down.

i freaking HATE my mum......i just feel like punching her sometimes, she is a bitch, a freaking control freak....she makes me feel that because she did so much for me when i was young (i dont remember that)she makes me feel as if im tied down to her, i have to do all she wants, she always wants to do better than me, show her superiority....just today i walk in the house and she goes uhh...go get changed right now your clothes are too tight, except that shes seen me wearing this before and been fine, everything depends on her and her fucking mood....she makes everyone see me in a bad light, she always tells them the worst abt me, if i get an A it always needs to be something more; better, never good enough for her ...she is freaking perfect or so she thinks....i didnt think it was possible to hate someone so much

I grew up in a culture that greatly respects my parents, so I feel guilty in writing this, but I have to. Otherwise, I'll be saying this to her face.

Until I was in Grade 11, I had the filial obligatory affection for my mother. However, when I became Grade 12, I began to 'hear' her, likely from the interpretive fiction that I was subjected to. Then I began to notice her flaws.

Firstly, she treats me like I was fucking retard. I average 95% in school with science courses as well as other arts courses, thank you. Yet she feels fit to repeat something that someone else said to ME, as if her words are the only things I can comprehend. I have ears too, isn't that cool? She also has zero respect for my opinion and keeps saying that she is older, thus wiser. From my point of view, a hundred years of knowing nothing is far less wise than a year of studious concentration. She insults my intelligence by treating me like a fucking kindergartner by making me to menial tasks for minor problems. When I first began to drive, she literally wanted to have me to practice pressing on the goddamn brakes. I passed my road test on my first try, yet she thinks that I have no eyes. When I put on a right turn signal, she says 'turn right.' Holy shit, I have to turn right? Why the fuck would I put on a right turn signal if I wasn't going to turn fucking right? One time when I snapped at her in sarcasm when she persisted that I wore high quality clothes over normal ones to a goddamn tutor session (I asked her if I was to go to sleep in a tuxedo), the aftermath nearly had me go for a knife. After 'lecturing' me about the evils that I have committed, she said that I should change my clothes to better ones. Then she mockingly said "Now trying saying 'Okay mom, I'll do it' to me." I'm impressed that I didn't spit another sarcastic reply, I just said no thanks and bailed the fuck out before I punched someone.

Secondly, she's repetitive as fuck. Even while I'm studying, she says overused phrases like "Universities are hard," "Study because it's good for you," and "Study what's hard, not what's easy." Fucking damn it, mother! Do you really think I would be studying additions in a class of Integral Calculus? It's as if she says whatever comes to her mind to me any time she goddamn pleases. Filtering out what's useful and what isn't mentally tires my brain everyday. You would think she'd know that I have a memory of longer than a fucking goldfish, but no. "You have to make a right turn signal before turning right." "If you have something important, set an alarm." She's one fucking step away from saying "If you don't breathe, you'll die."

Thirdly, I can't feel the motherly love. Sure, I'm her son, but I never felt her love me. I don't have mommy issues, but the fact that she kept me alive like the two billion mothers of the world certainly doesn't have a bearing on anything. She can't leave me alone to rest. Ever. In Grade 12 when I busting my fucking back to study for AP exams and write papers to Universities she kept screeching at me to reduce my resting time to do more work. I'm not a fucking machine! I need fucking rest! As if that wasn't enough, she made me do housework, phone calls, physical labour that ranged from working for eight hours in a house to nail tiles to the floor to picking up a vase that she wanted in a slightly different position. To her, I was a fucking slave that deserved no sleeping. She even talked about mothers that forced their children in to doing housework in university and slept four hours a day, and how I should be like her. Really, so what have you done for me, mother? Why should I be enslaved by promise of food and shelter? It's not like she gave me a single penny. In fact, she wanted ME to cut back on my savings to pay for her goddamn meals with her friends. She always talked longingly about children who were geniuses and still did everything that their mothers asked them to do without asking. Despite the goddamn oxymoron, she was furious when I compared HER to mothers that were actually goddamn competent. For fuck's sake mother, you dictate my life in a totalitarian method and still expect love from me? What the fuck have you done to express love for me? You invade privacy of my room as if I cannot be trusted! Ladies and gentlemen, this is the mother who left her children outside in the cold of a ski resort to have a hot udon (she apologize two years afterwards, but that's beside the point). In conclusion, my mother doesn't sacrifice jackshit for me and yet expects for me to love her, do her fucking dishes, become a well-paid worker and take over all of the world presumably.

Part 2 coming.

With me it's not so much that my mum is a bitch. It's more that I just find her extremely cringeworthy and quite ugly. Just a hideous, boney old hag. She's also an obnoxious Christian hippie and is EXTREMELY lame and uncool, and I cringe at pretty much EVERYTHING she fucking says and does, it's just SO FUCKING LAME, PLEASE STOP!!! To make things worse I am her only child. I am absolutely HORRIFIED to think that I came from her vagina.

In our youth, little girls are enchanted by the prospect of happily ever after and allured by the prospect of becoming a Wife and Mother. Being raised with Christian values and morals mixed with our god given instincts as a female, this dream and vision is as natural and alluring as breathing for many.

But one of the many things that we are not prepared for is how deep our love is and how powerful that our god given protection instincts are once we give birth to a beautiful Baby. It is hands down the most “pure” time in any Relationship that brings an incredibly powerful sense of bond and eternal bliss.

What we are not prepared for is the results of such a “pure” love. I said, “pure” love not a perfect love. Like the old adage, they don’t come with instructions, but none-the-less, my Husband and I took our responsibility very serious and WHOLE HEARTEDLY (profoundly love him).

Our oldest was very easy and we were a very close family unit and very close external family unit until around the age of 13 when we could clearly see that the “dark side” was trying to steal our Son’s heart and soul. Like any Parents that are trying to do the right thing, we were very involved (in protective mode) and held our Son “accountable” after each call from Retailers and his Employer for stealing, to getting his high school girlfriend Pregnant his Senior year (after hundreds of talks on the subject. i.e. protection) it was one problem after another. Every time the phone rang from the age of 13-18, we would just cringe and look at each other with, what now? It was exhausting. It was perpetual groundings, perpetual talks of coaching, mentoring and guidance all in hopes of trying to make a difference in his life and to our fault, “we always bailed him out”. But our deep love for him has never wavered.

A now 24 year old married and grown young Man that can “function” on his own (with help from his wife) only to grow up to label our Parenting and the accountability for his actions and choices as a complete depletion of his self- worth, self- esteem and self- value and social dysfunction as null thanks to us. Oh he and his Wife come over for their obligatory Holiday and Birthday visits watching their Watches the entire time and we are grateful for the bread crumbs of time that we get to spend with them and our adored Grandchild.

Meanwhile, I have been trapped in this perpetual state of assuming all of the blame and responsibility. It has to be our fault. What did we do wrong? Were we to strict? Not strict enough through spoiling (yes, we did over indulge his desires for material things growing up)? Yes, I was very involved during all of this, but with all of the perpetual red flags, I thought that I was supposed to. All I wanted was to make a difference and save him from the dark side. I would gladly assume all of the fault and responsibility to fix this, but his anger and hate runs too deep and he is trapped in a narcissistic state of it is always someone else’s fault in his life which has rendered him borderline socially in-ept.

This once bubbly, type-a, very social, strong and friendly gal is broken. Raising him and trying to settle and digest the results has broken me and I have become a former shell of myself. Day-in and day-out just trying to get through each day like a Robot, go to work, prepare meals, clean our home and force a smile when someone does visit us is as good as it gets all though I prefer to be alone as much as possible.

Fortunately we have normal and healthy relationship with our other grown Son.

How did I find this forum ? I Googled "fear of mother" but nothing interesting came up. Then I Googled "mother hate" and found this. Nobody here is talking about fearing mother but I think that behind all hatred lies fear. If you solve your fear you have solved your hatred. This is coming from me, a 45 year old guy who has been haunted and exploring my mother issues for the past 20 years. Psychology, religions, spirituality, healing, you name it.

I haven't called my mother in about 20 years. She calls once 2 weeks and invites for dinner. My dad is almost invisible there in the background. I go to dinner but I hate it. I think the main issue with my mom is money - she is insanely stingy. I need to call my mother and ask her about something but I am afraid. I feel this fear as a form of pain in the pit of my stomach. My mother has tantrums. She can explode
into a fit when issues of money come up and as a child I was terrorized by it, a terror which continues to this day.

I live alone for many years. A good looking guy but emotionally paralyzed and unable to have a relationship. My heart goes out to all you people out there with these mother problems. But let me tell you, I have not given up, I will keep fighting to find a way to live like a normal human being.

I hate my mother because all she buys for food is fucking yogurt, ice cream,and reduced fat milk. I could and would get over it if it weren't for her stupidity, weight, the way she walks, and just about everything. all she does is draw in her room all expecting to be left alone all day, and if anyone interrupts her she yells to them to leave her alone and calls them needy. She also takes offense to EVERYTHING anyone says,she can insult anyone she wants but as soon as anybody else calls her dog fat and or lazy she yells like a midget who just put a toothpick in their nail and kicked the wall. It's been like this my entire life and my friend's mothers are not like this they're nice,open-minded,and buys shit other than ice cream and reduced fat milk. She also complains about all the housework she does not do and i complain about it becuase she's not doing it which would explain why thier are spiders on the bathroom floor flies and ants on the walls everywhere else. The only person i have to thanks for me not starving to death ( maybe a small exaggeration) is my father.

I am 42, & mum died near 2yrs ago, at just 58..a result of her addictions & no care factor, im the middle, too serious mother mcReedy stress head of us 3, the other 2, had the looks like mum, so where favoured for their popularity..which suited mum for all her needs, sexual, finance, broke losers that would live with us, she hated being alone... Yes my siblings provided a life time of people they knew or met that could be just who mummy needed...I did the opposite.. If she was fucking some one in her room, I would go crazy to stop her, kicking at the door til she had to stop me, then I would escape..or even climbing in her window to let her know that I knew what she was up to, and she was just a dirty cheap slut!! Then off I went to avoid her attack back..and to be ready to be in my hiddy spot for hrs cause of how long she would look for me would depend on how far I went this time...some days I wouldn't go home till daybreak..just to resupply myself...lol...some events would be so explosive, like her sucking my best friends mums husbands penis, after he knew her only for a day, cause I told him my mum needs a man to fix her car, that she would pay. In one day, she shattered
a family, destroyed my only friendship, and moved him in, without a drop of guilt or conscience...once we had a 'dad' that treated us like gold, mum had money, we had it made..till she decided one day at 7 mths pregnant that she was sick of being at home while he got to work all the time!! And hated the thought of the baby tying her down more, so while he was at work,she visited a Dr she used to have a sexual, fraud, & financial relationship with, and got him to bring on labour,and she delivered in hrs, a baby that she didn't even wait around long enough to see if it survived or the sex!! But moaned about having to cross a highway in full labour to reach the hospital in time, cause an ambulance would be too late, she was ready.when we got off the bus, dad waved as he drove away..we thought he had to work an extra shift, but in the house, was proof of his reaction to my mums evil act, he had smashed & upturned ever bit of furniture...we were confused..(we didn't know what mum did, & she wasn't home) and terrified!!! We saw a shoe sticking out of a pile & thought it was mums body and ran to our neighbors to call the police...that's just one many many things my mother did that destroyed us and our kind dad, was gone,we began to expect change by then...cause our last dad was gone, & it was decided then that we shouldn't become attached and get our hopes up that this is really the last new dad & we will stay a happy stable family like on tele...to be continued....

Hey guys. I'm new here and so thankful that a place like this exists in a world where the child is always wrong and the parent is always right.
I am 21 years old and so frustrated with my psychotic mother I feel as if I am going to burst. I spent so many years of my life crying myself to sleep and wishing I could just die due to her abuse.

I finally confronted her today and told her she's an unfit mother who would drive a child to suicide and she told me I am the one with issues! I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I am unemployed at the moment and she was paying for my studies while I stay with a relative. She used the fact that she paid for my studies to control me and I told her I had enough of her shit. I don't want her money and she should just get out of my life. As you can imagine she phoned the person I live with and complained about me. I don't even know how I'm going to survive but I'd rather starve than depend on her.

My mother is such a psychotic bitch I don't know where to even start that's why I can't even describe her behavior too you. All I can say is that I hate her, she disgusts me and I sympathize with every single one of you who has been hurt by the woman who was supposed to protect and love you.

I found this site to reach out for support. I feel everyone s comments, yes, but it is sad to say things like this about a MOTHER. I have a daughter who I love and it is hard raising her by myself, she done nothing wrong. It's just a lot of work to all at same time. It take teaching, loving, discipline, nurture, caring....etc.. I have to agree with most, my own mother is a evil ugly and bitter bitch. I think how can a woman be so mean to the core for no reason at all. she doesn't want to see my child, my child suffers because of her negative attitude. I choose not to be around her because she is negative. Negative is ugly. she won't change. She just always been that way and talks negative about everyone else. I can't imagine being hateful towards someone for no reason. Now my child, kids will be kids and my child works my nerves but I don't hate her. She is a joy. BIG DIFFERENCE TO ME. but my mother,...wow.....makes no sense at all. I hate my mother too.

It's taken me forever to admit this, but I can kind of hate mine too. I hate the way that I literally and figuratively have to pay for her mistakes, I hate that she smoked up my college funds and I'm saddled with these loans, I hate her stupid fucking addiction. I hate that my father constantly babies her and lets her have the little bit of money that he manages to hold on to after all the bills are just barely paid. I hate how she whines and baby talks like she's four and likes to pretend that she's young and that she understands me, only to run off and talk shit. I hate that she doesn't respect boundaries, that she's so controlling and that she whines about her shitty childhood all the time; because of her, mine wasn't too fun, but I don't dwell on it. I hate how she alienates herself and the rest of us from the family because they don't wanna deal with her and she doesn't know how to grow up. I hate it that she pops pills and brings these loser druggies over to our house and lets them use her and lets one call her mom when she's MY mom. I hate that she eavesdropped on almost every conversation I had with my first love and all but drove us apart, even though the relationship was unhealthy anyway, but she should have backed off. I hate how she always wants something from me and feels the need to know everything about my life. I could write a novel on this. GOD, THAT FELT GOOD!!

I think everyone has a parent they are closer too. I am not so close with a member of my family, and no matter how much they annoy me, I just think, they won't be here forever and sometime you just have to just get on with it.

My parents are lovely, but their will always be one that you don't get on with as much. I guess its normal?

I've not had time to read every post on here, but, very briefly, my own mother was, and is, a controlling monster, never allowing any opinions air except hers. She almost single-handedly destroyed my sister and harassed her into a mental institution; even then, at a preliminary interview with a psychiatrist my sister was pressured into saying she enjoyed living with my mother and that they did the housework together, which was complete fabrication. My sister only had one friend and every time this friend called for her, the friend was never allowed into the house once and my sister's attire was checked every single time before she went out and if she wore shortish skirts or hot-pants, was made to change. She was never once allowed to touch the television or radio, never allowed to cook once. Even my weak father joined in sometimes, going upstairs and deliberately stamping around in her room, causing my sister (a sensitive teenager at the time) to run upstairs shouting at him. Despite my attempts to tell them to lay off, it just continued. I found myself, after splitting up with my partner recently, having to return home for a while. Now in her eighties, my mother won't allow me to open any windows, have a bath (I managed to talk her into letting me have two a week now) or cook. I cooked last night for instance and she went all around the kitchen looking closely at the surfaces, inside the oven, under the table where I ate and said I had to leave. There is so much more, but no room here. My sister now lives alone, has never had a boyfriend, never made love with another human being and has never held down a job. I have been luckier, wasn't bullied so much. Although my relationship broke down it wasn't because of any kind of mutual abuse. I learned (hopefully) what it is to have emotional intelligence and to value other human beings for their uniqueness and to allow them to flower and be the people they want to be. I actually recoil when my mother walks into the room.

Wow...

Since I've been here I've never found a post that had more long posts than this one. And almost every one of them is from a crybaby whiny bitch. "I hate my mother".

Your mother gave birth to you you ungrateful ingrate. I wish she hadn't based on how you act, but she did.

What is it with women hating their mothers? What is it with women hating other women? You talk about men being bad? You're disgraceful, the whole lot of you.

Lol.

Well All of your Comments make sense but mine is worst,my mum always nag at me to do more homework like 50 pages a day! Anyways when my iPhone or mobile phone was jam I wanted to use the computer she scolded me and to make matter more worst my mother wanted me to do a lot of homework and I can't even exchange my phone playing time to the computer playing time.It is not fair if you got any good comments help pls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You're probably not going to like this, but from how you described everything there's a good chance you're sexually attracted to her and have no clue how to deal with it. Same thing happened to me in my early-mid 20s, as well as thousands of other guys around the planet. If this is the case, I know it's one helluva an uncomfortable thing to accept and deal with. But you need to do it ASAP. Or that rage and resentment will continue to grow and eat you from within.

Here's another one!

I used to love my mom, more than anything actually. I looked up to her, and I really really loved her. But, as I grew up, I came to realize that her expectations for me were too high. She always compared me to everyone, and when I didn't score high enough on a test, or got the lead in a play or something, she'd always tell me how much of a disappointment I was. She would tell me these things when I was young, but I didn't take it as hard then as I do now because all I wanted to do was please her. At some point I realized that I needed to be me, and not do what she wanted me to do. Verbal abuse isn't the only punishment I received; my mom also punches, pulls my hair, and when I was younger, she used to beat me with a belt. I'm 18 years old now and the reason I'm writing this is because it was never as bad as it's been the last couple of months, or maybe even the last year. I feel like whenever she feels that I'm gaining too much freedom, she reminds me that I'm always going to be under her control. Most of our problems stem from the fact that I don't take shit from her anymore. Whenever she bitches about something, I usually talk back to her. I know it's bad, and it upsets my dad (the only sane one in the house), but holding my tongue infuriates me even more. I hate how she loves blaming everyone else for her mistakes. She's a stay at home mom, and I'm a senior at a performing arts school ( which if you know anything about being at an art school, is very demanding), and have a part time job. Yet, she still manages to say that I'm useless and that I won't amount to anything. Whenever I'm out with my friends, she won't stop calling me, or texting me or yelling at me to come home. Oh, the yelling. Yelling is like normal volume for her when she's trying to tell me something. And what I hate even more is that she's so snobby, thinks she's better than anyone else, she's a know-it-all and she's starting to treat my 9 year old brother just how she treats me. I'm sick and tired of her. A day that I go without talking to her is a blessing. What I hate even more is that I'm choosing to stay at home for another two years. I'm really growing to hate her. I feel horrible for it, because I know my dad sees it too. But I just detest her. Oh, did I mention she gave my cats away without even telling me? She's the devil in disguise! This is only about a fourth of why I hate her so much. I'd be writing a book if I were to explain everything in detail.

First, I am so incredibly sorry to all the people here. To answer whether hating your mother is normal or not, it is. However, there is a deep, unmovable hate that a lot of people on here seem to hold, and that as well as your mothers' actions causing it are most definitely NOT NORMAL. It is absolutely NOT OK and and I want to go over to every single one of your houses and give some bitches a slap in the face. I am so sorry. Some parents should not have been given the authority to take care of another creature, especially if they can't even handle themselves.
To share my story (although it's not nearly as bad as most people's here), my mother is a two faced, self-righteous, pity seeking bitch. What kills me though is that she actually loves me. She loves me, and she cares for me. Occasionally she breaks down and apologizes for her being a terrible mother but at this point I've learned not to trust it because she'll switch to an angry bitter old woman in a flash.
She had a hard, terrible life, and that I understand.
But she needs to realize that because of that, she is not being a good mother or a good person. Or at least fucking own up to it. Whenever she speaks to me, she says everything back and repeats it as though what I had said was wrong, tells me and blames me for her not loving my father and their arguments, pushes my buttons during arguments to hurt me in the most effective way possible by saying "That's why he broke up with you" "I understand why she doesn't like you" "I understand why they said those things" that I was only forced into telling her in the first place even though I knew she would later use it against me, I *OWED HER*. She calls me a freak, a loser, someone with no friends, and repeatedly brings up past incidents that happened when I was 5 and brings up how various children didn't like me.
She yells at me consistently for being very lazy even though I'm trying my best in an accelerated program with a mother like her. While all she does is sit on her computer all day, rarely going out to see "friends" (who I've found out to be her counselour, and I suspect some are dates she's finding to cheat on my dad) (and of course she has no friends because they all find out soon enough how big of a judgmental bitch she is). All she ever does is complain about how jealous other women are of her and points out everyone else's flaws.
Fuck.

If you are bothered by the fact that you think you hate your mother I have good news. Dig deeper and you will discover you are angry beyond imagination with this person. Your anger may have built up over many years. You may be so angry and also carry such great sadness within you that you may never find out whether you love your mother or not.
When you realise this is anger, not hate, you will feel less guilty and be able to start sorting out your issues and feelings.
I hope this helps someone.

I'm 26. I'm my mother's only son. I hate her, I can't stand her. My dad divorced her when I was two years old (she was like 21, he was like 25), after three years of marriage. When I was little, my mother always dropped me off either at my grandparents' house, or forced my dad to take care of me (I'm not too fond of my dad either). Sometimes she made me stay in the car at night while she was partying, at a bar, or in a date. Once, I woke up a New Year's Day inside the car, locked up. When I was like eight years old, my dad started seeing her again, just to fuck her, and he mistakenly took her car keys, and she thought that I lost them, and she beat me, she slammed me against the furniture. She always made me go buy rum and cigarettes for her, she treated me as her butler or servant. She always bought nice things for her, the ones who took care of me were her parents, they're angels. One time, when I was like seven, the pipe under the sink burst, and she made she sit there with a cork, holding it so she could take a shower, and I couldn´t hold it, and she went downstairs, yelling to me that she was going to kill me, I was terribly scared, I ran and hid in a corner outside the house. When she had arguments with her dad because of work, she came crying saying that she wanted to kill herself. She came out as a lesbian when I was 14, and when I was 17 she kept saying that she hated all men, and she hated me. But she was always then taking back her words saying that I was the light in her life. When my grandma died, we were all hit by her death, I couldn't handle the stress she caused me and I started cutting myself, then my grandparents took me to a therapist cuz I had depressive and anxiety disorder. During that time, her lover lived with us, and my mother lost her purse under the covers of her bed, and I left to go to class at the University, and she started telling me that she was gonna call the cops and have me arrested, and she never apologized eventhough she found her purse five minutes later. I overcame that stage (depression/anxiety), I'm a mechanical engineer and I don't wish anyone to have to go through what I have been through. A few days ago, after christmas, I left my keys inside my car, and she bursted in rage again, started throwing stuff, calling me stupid and useless, and I thought she had changed.

I needed to vent...

I don't hate my mom... although, sometimes I feel like she hates me. I really try to be positive and think about the present, but my mom reminds me about things other people have done to me. When I am sad about anything I try to talk to her about it and she tells me to find the answer in the Bible or by prayer. I don't even believe in God anymore and the many stories in that book. I think my mom suffers from depression and she's overweight, so she has self image issues. The only thing about all of that is that she takes it out on my dad and me. She verbally attacks us about everything. She yells if things are not done perfectly around the house. She corrects everything I do. She even tries to edit what I am saying to people when I am on the phone or talking to someone else in person. When I'm in my room, she'll knock on my wall or scream my name from the living room so that I can get something from her room for her... and then, a few minutes to hours later she'll call me lazy for not doing something she would have around the house. I dust the furniture, vacuum the floors, clean the kitchen, and the bathrooms. My mom is a perfectionist and thinks that I should (when I don't have hw) should be doing chores around the clock. I like to relax, watch movies, talk to friends, enjoy my youth... in other words, have a life. I still do the chores and keep my room clean... she makes me feel so controlled. When I do make a decision she tells me it was wrong and makes me doubt myself. Just because she is miserable it does not mean that I have to be that way too. When I try to talk to her about the things that she does she tells me that I'm to old for arguing with her. She also will tell my dad to talk to me about things that gets on her nerves. As I said before, I don't hate my mom. I just get so frustrated with my mom. With all the complaining,reminding me of my imperfections and what others have done to me, and yelling at me all day/ every day I feel that she hates me. I have one more year and then I'll be going to a University (college). I really hope things change then.

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I have a mother like this too. She's a crazy bitch, who apparently can do no wrong. She's manipulative, vain, selfish, a hypocrite, a liar, she's ALWAYS right, I'm wrong, I can NEVER say anything. She never knew how to treat and respect me as a person, and as her daughter. It's very frustrating to be told, and to be treated as if you don't matter. I only realized until later on that she is someone who suffers from NPD. Doesn't change the fact that she wronged you. She had emotionally beat me down so much so that I got depressed. Hang in there, when you leave, you will feel so much better.

Omg I'm so glad I found this. I have been this way for years. I'm 20 now but still living at home and I can't stand to see her stupid fucking face. She bothers me by breathing talking coughing yawning blinking moving walking. She says I'm mean and hurtful but I juay can't help how much I hate her. She is the loudest person on the planet. Always talks over people. Thinks she's queen B AND THAT SHE RUNS SHIT but all she really runs Ia her big damn mouth. I hate when she talks about God, only because she is the biggest hypocrite fake Christian I ever met. She's fucking nuts. She needs medication. She has no friends. My step dads family all Hayes her, so its not just me. My boyfriend also can't stand the sight of her BC he knows what a stupid bitch she is. I just want to know how to make this feeling go away BC I'm tired of living this way. I'm enraged by her sight everyday. I do not want to speak to her. I'm so angry and fed uup with her stupid shit I'm thinking about cutting my phone off and moving and never speaking to her again. I just literally want to tell her how much ihate her and I wish shed shut her big horse hole face and stop acting like a cunt every dau. She does not run shit! She says I have no right to express my opinions BC she's the adult, bitch I'm 20 wtf I'm more of an adult than she is on a daily basis. She's 40 has no education, no job no career, sponges off my step dad, lounges around on her fat lazy ass all day everyday and her idea of a productive busy day is cleaning her house. Refuses any kins of employment even though they are financially strapped. I could go on and on about this stupid bitch. Can someone please just tell me how to deal with her BC I'm out of ideas I just wanna ship her to Africa and never see her again

thanks for this topic
I also hate my mother so much I'm in my30..

I think i hate my mum or not like her. She doesn't like me much that i know. Since i was a little kid she was always putting me down telling me i'm getting fat because i am not as skinny as her. She doesn't talk, she screams and complains and tells us how her life sucks and we are the reason. When i was little she used to hit us if we made noise or fought or did something she didn't agree on like once when i was small i was wiping the dishes and i dropped one and she screamed at me and told me i was so careless and threw a mug at me. I also once tried to help her clean the floor and used to much water(i was six) and even now i'm seventeen she still goes on about it. When i was eleven i really didn't want to go to a christain group meeting as there where theses girls who where really mean, she screamed at me and than chased me outside and i was so scared i ran into some fields and fell and cut open my hand and she blames me for it. She told my dad when he was taking me to the hospital i deserved it. She wasn't even sorry. She's always going on about my dad how she doesn't love him and how she has to do everything we do everything she's working she comes home and sleeps. Sometimes i come home from school and she starts screaming at me that i'm laxy and useless. She's always insulting my friends and i have stopped being friends with people because of her. she doesn't hug me or help me when i have problems she never listenes to me its like i am not there except when she needs someone to shout out. But than there are rare moments when i think maybe she isn't so bad and i try to make her like me but they're so rare. On my graduation day i was the only person who's parents didn't turn up. At least my dad had the excuse that he was working, My mum didn't come because she didn't feel like. And today for example i ditched school because of her i have an agreement with my sister that i can borrow clothes from her and my mum offered to give me a lift to school becasue i missed the bus and it's far away it was cold and i took a coat from my sisters cupboard and she was in a bad mood so she came up to me and screamed to me to take the jacket off so i did i didn't wnat trouble and than she screamed at me that we where late and i smiled and she hit me on the head and left me at home. I'm seventeen she can't threat me like this anymore i'm not a little kid who will just let her hit me. Well i think i hate her. I definitly don't like her

I'm 22 years old and I do hate my mother too, since I was younger. I feel bad about it, but I can't stand her.
We can't live together in peace, we're always discussing and saying horrible things to each other. I lived six months out of my parents house and it was the happiest time of my life.
I live with my parents and my two sisters, but everybody hate each other in my house. I hate my father too, we almost don't talk. My mother says I'm abnormal because I don't believe her religion and I don't wanna go to church. She doesn't have friends or a social life, she doesn't work or go out. She calls me whore because I'm not virgin anymore. When my ex-boyfriend and I broke up, she said to him that he deserved something better [She didn't know the reasons we broke up, he was a fucking lier].
Well, soon I'll leave this town, I intend so. After graduating from university, find a job in other place far from here. My family wishes this too.

I'm never having children, or getting a marriage, I'm afraid to be a bad mother and don't understand a son. I can't trust men anymore. My Dad is a lier, my ex-boyfriend is a big lier.
Freedom out of here and getting a job are the only thing that matters now.

Hearing all these stories makes me really sad and tear up but apart from all the mothers who either abandoned their children or killed them in cold blood mine is definitely the worst. Never has my mom has ever given a single word of encouragement or nice word or even felt sympathy for me while i had been beaten to a pulp by my father, sometimes i wondered if my life had been easier if i had just died. I've literally had blood dripping all over my face from being beaten up and she would just stand there telling me that i deserved it and that i was a fucking bastard over and over again. I don't know what the fuck her problem is i'm pretty sure she is a psychopath and i've had so much abuse and torment to deal with in my life of course i think it is normal to hate a freak and monster like her. Because of her i find it difficult to get along with others and not feel so much hate for everything and everyone and sometimes i really hate myself and everytime i look at a happy family or even a group of people enjoying their normal lives it makes me numb and feel isolated like i'm not even human. There is no hope for people like me it will never get better and nothing can change the past or how i feel about my mother but i hope it makes everyone else feel like there are not alone.

i hate my mother to sometimes i feel like since she married my little sister dad and not mine my mother and step father treat her better it might i think it favoritism it makes me want to punch her but i luv her

I did not like my mother. My dad is a wonderful person. When I was 7 and my brother was 5, my mother used to lock us out of the house. She did not feed us. She would leave us alone at a very large park in a big town. One time, she left us alone at a small carnival. The carnival personnel kept asking me when my mother was coming back. I did not know. She had married a man she just knew for one day, and move us about 17 hours drive, away from my grandparents, who took very good care of us. My mother divorced my dad for no reason. Then, she moved in with my grandparents who had a very nice house with a two bedroom apartment upstairs. My Grandparents took care of us while my mother did other things, like dated men, worked some, and went to college. At college, she got into prostitution. I have some of the letters that went back and forth between her and one of her johns, a married man. When I was 11, she married for the 3rd time, and this man sexually abused my 8 year old brother. He slapped me around, and would not allow me to have a birthday party. I have very fun birthday parties at my grandmother's house. My birthday is around Halloween, and we dressed up like we would going out for trick or treat. He was extremely verbally abusive to me, and my mother did not try to stop his abuse. They stole thousands of dollars from my brother and me that my Grandparents had saved for us. I was like a slave. When I was 14, I was forced to work 15 hours a day, 7 days a week in their restaurant and I got paid about 5 cents an hour. My step father would not allow me to practice my clarinet or piano. My grandmother was paying for my piano lessons. He effectively stopped my music education. He said I could not practice because he had to work. He was always complaining about having to work. He finally got SSDI and stopped working in his 40s. When I quit band, they took my clarinet and sold it. I did not get any of the money. Furthermore, I did not want my clarinet sold. My dad had paid for it. It was mine. I hated having conversations with my mother because she would lie and cause a lot of trouble. One time, when I was 19, I rode the bus home from college and a nice and polite boy sat by me with a basket ball and we talked about different things. I liked him, but never saw him again. I told my mother, and she told my step father that this boy had been touching me and trying to do something sexual with me. They called the bus company and made a big deal out of something that never happened. My step father even rode the bus with me the next day. Then, the day after, the bus driver asked me about what happened. I was so embarrassed. I did not want to cause this nice man trouble with his job. I hated my mother for doing that to me. One time, when I was 16, she tried to put me in a group home. My dad jerked custody from her. I am so glad. When I was 15, my mother attacked me and started choking me. My mother wrote me a really nasty letter before I got married. She was telling me what an awful person I was and that no man should want me. I think she should look at herself. Finally, she called social services on me and tried to cause me to lose my son. She then called up my house and cussed out whoever answered the phone. I cut off all contact with her and had the police put it to where if she called me, she would go to jail. She got in trouble for phone harassment. Later, my step father killed himself because he was being taken to court for being a child molester to little boys. My mother died 3 years later, at a young age for my family. I must admit that I was relieved that she died. I was not willing to take care of her and my brother wasn't either. I did take care of my grandfather and would have been more than willing to take care of my grandmother, but she passed away. People would not have liked that fact that my brother and I did not want to take care of our mother. I think that people need to know and realize that some mother's are awful to their children. Look what Andrea Yates did. She killed all of her kids. When my mother died, she disinherited my brother and me, and did not leave any money to come out of her estate to care for her body.
When I told the coroner that my brother did not want to do anything about this, he had a fit. How should my brother feel about a women who allowed him to be sexually molested and stole a lot of money from him? A nice man from my mother's church took up a collection and we got her buried. The man my mother left everything to was not willing to give a penny. I will say that no one person did as much evil to me or brought as much evil into my life as my mother. She had a choice in this. Doing this evil wasn't something she had to do.

I just want to say, I love my mom very much. Sucks to be you guys.

Are you my Brother? Better yet, are you me? Whenever her stupid Husband (a.k.a. my alcoholic, perverted, molesting-ass Step-Dad) rags on her CONSTANTLY...she starts kicking things around and berating everyone about their personality traits/lack of contribution (not me, without me the house would be on "Hoarders", no food and no T.V.)

I have been brutally forced, at the age of 32 to have to move BACK in this treacherous HELLHOLE with this shit AND 3 kids, one of them Diabetic, one is a middle child and only boy and an innocent 1 year old.(middle boy gets constantly abused by my "Brother") and slapped in the mouth today by that Bitch b/c Step Daddy was upset with an electric bill... guess what I paid the SAME GOD AWFUL amount in a 1 bedroom apt. with 2 babies...fuck you, at least I didn't jerk off on them when they were sleeping, or beat them with brooms...or throw combs at their knees while they were trying to eat dinner and make them bleed.

I looove her half-assed apologies if I even get that later on. I HATE that her criticisims bother and hurt me sooo much and I'm so old and STILL can't tell that Bitch and her pedophile "Husband" (whom even SHE can't stand) off. The dreams I have are sometimes debilitaing..it varies between me not being able to physically defend myself against her (no matter the age), living in my 1 bedroom, the best time of my ENTIRE life although I was too poor to feed myself and Jesse Pinkman only b/c I'm marathoning "Breaking Bad" atm.

I have to get up in, like, 3 hours to go stand in a line with this stupid, toxic Bitch with my 3 babies and beg for food so, peace out and pray for me to get my own place and keep it even if it seems like there is no GOD right now.

Im so glad i found this site i thought it was just me being stupid and immature for disliking my mom. i love her but hate her at the same time, when shes eating near me it annoys me so bad i have to punch something or walk out fast also chewing a bubble drives me insane and when shes yelling!

( i am now 18)

it all started when i was 13 i dated a guy i was completely mad over him we started having sex sometimes we used a condom but other times we didn't he would tell me he didn't cum so i believed him i fell pregnant.. my mom was completely disgusted in me which i dont blame her.. but she would tell me to have a really hot bath and go play on the trampoline.. she demanded that i had to have an abortion but 2 days before i had to go to the place i was having a miscarriage which now i realized why i was having one. but either way my baby was going to be killed :/ but after that we got on ok she used to go on my facebook check everything i did. i got talking to one guy she told me i could? date him but i was never again to have a bf so i stayed with him 1year but i didnt like him :/ my mom kept telling me to stay with him cause SHE liked him :/

since that she did allowed me to start dating guys haha. she knows when im due on my period so if i was late? she would either get a preg test or keep asking me which annoyed me! she still does it no and i am 18. she inconstantly keeps putting me down keeps saying im fat, il never find anyone nice looking cause of how i look. have currently gained a bit of weight but im happy atm.

i dont no if im being to harsh but i cant help but feel so much anger!

glad i can get this off my chest. i fucking hate my mum. I'm 19 and i've been at uni for a year and I'm back home for summer. All my mum does is complain about everything I do and whine about the smallest things. She's constantly trying to undermine my achievements and she thinks I'm a failure in life because I'm not an uptight loser like the rest of her children. I fucking hate the bitch. I guess the only positive is that she'll die soon and I won't have to feel grief because she has severed emotional ties

I truly hate my mother too. She constantly belittles every effort me and my sister took to better our lives. She's an obese, and emotionally abusive Narcisisstic bitch. She never took an interest in either of our lives. All that mattered was whether she got her needs met. Also, Turned both families on us with her BS and lies. Loaded up the house with her hoarding problem, as well. Also, chased me and my sister around the house with a broom. When we called the police to report her, she just sweet-talked them into leaving. Strongly recommend leaving your situation OP, as they never change, they get progressively worse!

And ever since i wAs little, up untill this day she loved public embarressment to make me suffer. If she was annoyed coz i used to argue all the time how i couldmt afford giving her money to splurge on she would wait untill we were infromt of a lot of people, and cause a scene by yellin and calling me the c word so everyone could see what a "waste of space b$&h i was" her words. I used to cry and sh would get more cruel. Shes a role model isnt she. I will never forgove her for all of this.

Mother

I hate you today
Nothing left to say
You’ve never been there
Always showing you didn’t care

I hate you today
I hated you yesterday
I’ll hate you tomorrow
You never cared for my sorrow

You always said it was for the best
Then why is this hole in my chest?

My mother hates me very much, she beat me and i think she broke my bone. i'd love to kill her

My mom drank my entire life. It makes me wonder how she was even able to take care of me when I was a baby. When I was young I'd be leaving to go to school she'd be drinking. It was so emabarrassing to be out in public with her completely loaded or having friends come over and seeing her. She was ridiculously strict and never let me do anything. I remember being severely depressed when I was about 7 years old. When I became older she couldn't stand that her control over me was slipping away. She'd say the meanest things to me and call me the worst names. Emotionally she has never been there for me at all. It's been almost 20 years since I've moved out and she still tries to control my life. Criticizes me on the way I raise my kids, takes jabs at me whenever she can about anything. Will take any chance she can to tell me how she doesn't agree with my opinions. It's emotionally exhausting. Constantly she is accusing me of things and blaming me for things and than tries to manipulate the situation to make me look like the bad guy. I can't stand the thought of just removing her from my life but how much shit should one person have to eat even if it is from your own mother. :(

My mother and I have nothing in common either. When I was in middle school and high school, she was always yelling at me and threatening to make me transfer schools or hold me back a grade because I had a few C's or something. Then I started doing really well in my last few years of high school but we still never got along. She just found other things to yell at me about and took credit for how well I was doing. When I was a senior, I got more lax about my grades because I had already gotten into college. She kept telling me how she wasn't going to let me go to college and how she was going to make me stay home for a year. I finally convinced my parents to let me go where I wanted to go. I just finished my freshman year and I had such a great time. I found a nice group of friends, I made the dean's list, etc.

She's been trying harder to be close to me since then, because we were not close at all in high school. I wanted nothing to do with her. I wouldn't tell her anything about my life because if I was ever having a problem with a friend or something, she would just tell me it was all my fault. So I learned never to do that. But the thing is, even though she says she wants to be friends and have a good relationship and whatnot, it doesn't seem like she gets that friends don't treat each other the way she treats me. She's manipulative, always going on about how she hates the way I cut my hair or the way I dress because she thinks that'll make me change it. And if I say I'm not going to, she gets passive aggressive and just stomps around and mutters to herself about what a bad kid I am. Or she'll hide in her room and refuse to talk to anyone. Friends don't act like that. Not to mention, she thinks I just don't want to be friends because I'm trying to hurt her. No. My childhood was hell and it was her fault. She yelled at me pretty much every day, and if I told her I didn't deserve to be treated how she was treating me, she'd hit. She told me I wasn't the daughter that she wanted, because I guess she thought I was going to be a clone of her or something. She won't take any responsibility for the fact that she made me miserable for 18 years. She just expects me to forget all about it and be best friends. It's not going to happen. And maybe I could forget about it if I thought she was being genuinely nice, but she's not. She's being manipulative as ever. I did great this school year, despite her telling me repeatedly that I would never survive college, that I would flunk out within the first semester. And it's not enough for her. Nothing is ever enough for her. And I don't want to have anything to do with her.

I feel alot the same way about this quote below:

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She says what she means, without worrying about peoples' feelings[/Quote]

My mom is a fcking racist(my personal opinion) *a Bitch* that always critizes people with name callings on our employees that she really hates, she is always jealous of employers that are hired by my father, that always resigns or gets fired because of her attitude, she ussually jealous if a girl gets hired she call them names like frog face, cow face, shit face on the first day, even tho they dont look like that and actually presentable, and when we hired boys, she ussualy just says their kleptomaniacs and robbers and stealers just because of their race,and she always tell me not to get involved with a girl or married to a girl which has a dif skin color toned than mine or dif race than mine, she likes to mention (every now and then she tries to convince me) or dictate that i need to marry the same bitch racist race as herself (i ussually ignore dis-regard when she does that, wipe it off my ears and forget about what she's saying), i am fkin 26 yr old and im fkin old enough, and this is enough comin from my fkin bitchy mom that think she's the queen. and thing that fkin triggers my hate is when she's infront of them she fkin pretends she aint a racist, but when u turn your back, she fkin flushes out all of her racist comments behind your back after talkin to someone else. she critizes alsmost all of the things that she fkin assumes without even giving tought to them. she fkin distrust even our own family members. what else do you guys think for none relative members? in short i think she's an *EVIL Bitch*

Anyone have a mom like this?

Thank the lord I found this. I've hated mine for the past 4 or 5 years now. But I just recently realized that's what I have been feeling.I try so hard not to. All I want is to have one of those normal families where we get along. But I just can't. I don't get upset at the things she does or says anymore, I just get upset that we can't have a good relationship. Every conversation gets turned into a fight. Every single one. She holds everything, every little thing she does for me against me. Sure she does things for me. But no more than any other average parent but she acts like shes given me the world. She used to throw things at me and hit me. Now I'm older it's just verbal abuse. I know it's not as bad as some and I have no right to feel this way. But I do. It's not something I can help. No one I tell understands that I really mean it when I say I hate this woman. It just feels good to know I'm not the only one out there.

I am almost 50, and it has taken me most of my life to reconcile my intense dislike of my mother and come to the realization that it's okay to admit that I hate her. In some odd way, I love her-but it's an obligatory love as opposed to a real affectionate love. Unfortunately, it really screwed me up in life and I married young to a man who did not have the capacity to love me back (he was actually gay and narcissist) and had two kids with him. I have never been able to remarry and do not believe that I will ever have the ability to share an honest and trusting relationship outside of my children. I blame my mother for this.

When I was a child, she left me with a babysitter that she knew was physically abusing me. She was a narcissist whose desires and needs trumped mine and my father's repeatedly. She was such a nag that my father died of a heart attack at 59- she literally nagged him to death.

I'm now a highly educated academic and this has only made things worse because it's now incredibly clear to me that she is stupid. Being the narcissist that she is, she continually attempts to demonstrate how much smarter she is than me by putting me down the way she did when I was a child, but now she only looks foolish.

It is quite cathartic to have the chance to admit how I feel because its not the most comfortable thing to talk about in polite company. But the fact of the matter is, I simply cannot stand my mother. I dread being around her and she puts me in a terrible mood every time I talk to her.

If I can only get her to stop calling me 5 times a day it would be great.

Glad that i found that there are people like me. I really do hate my mother. She says everything I do is wrong and everything she does is right. If I say what she did was wrong she would start yelling at me and say i have lived life more than you. Even though I try to control myself because of her ego she makes me tell something in an extreme angry way. I break something get out off the house and all. I have a sister and she is my mother baby and she thinks what I do is wrong and support my mom. It makes hell on me.Now because of her i am planning my higher studies to a really distant place in which even telephonic conversations wont be able in a daily basis. I don't know what to do afterwards. If I stay here i am sure i will get some depression or anything.

I'm only 17 and everytime my mom is anywhere near me I get so angry I can't focus on anything for a couple of hours. My mom is from south america and my dad met her at a bar. how convinient she got pregnant with an american man. At this point every time she's a few minutes late home from work or if she goes on a trip I pray she was in a crash. I found out a tea she drinks all day every day causes like 5 diffrent kinds of cancer and I have no intention of letting her know. When I was little she could not keep her hands off me. To most it seemed like she was just being playful but I hated it. Around the time I was 11 or 12 I remember having 2 very disgusting vivid dreams about me and my mother. Around that age I became depressed, it became difficult to eat, I would sleep up to 18 hrs, and I turned to drugs & alcohol . Later my fasination of pyschology lead me to discover that I have many red flags of a child who has been sexualy abused. Unfortunatly I feel like there is absolutly no one I can tell hopefuly I can recieve some much neded advice this way.

My mother has 6 children total. 5 girls (me being on of them) and one boy. I hate her, I'm not going to lie. I've only been on this earth for 13 years, but seriously have every right to say I hate her. She makes life for my father a literal living hell. I'm the only kid left at home and I hate it. I miss living with my siblings, because they would protect me from her and her.. bitchy-ness (pardon my French.).
I realized though, I've never had it as bad as my siblings. I'm here to tell THEIR story. Long ago, before I was born, my five older siblings had always been left home alone with my mother because my dad (bless his heart) had always been gone to work as a police officer. My mother would lock my brother and sisters outside once Dad left, all the way until the hour before he came home. Even in the winter time, she would do this. My brother had to sit on top of her old car to keep warmth. My next door neighbors would invite them in for food and to sit by the fire.
When my mother decided to keep them in the house, she would padlock the panty door and put unparishable food in her closet and lock her bedroom door. One day my brother was so hungery he ate a frozen hot dog. My mother saw him, smacked the rest of the hot dog out of his hand, and stuck her finger down his throat to force him puke it back up. They wouldn't eat dinner until 8:00 pm. They didn't even get lunch. After my brother pulled that stunt, the fridge would get chained up.
Now, keep in mind, my father NEVER knew this was happening. My mother told my siblings that they better not tell him, because he would beat the shit out of all of them. My father is a tower of a man, frightening, but has a heart of gold.

I'm glad I found this blog, ok so let me tel u my story. I live with both of my parents and 3 sisters. My father doesn't care for us he can't even do a simple stupid thing without complain about his money but we are used to that. My real problem is always thought I could dependent om my mother not until she showed me she doesn't care for me too like my father do. My mother loves my sisters way better than me. She buys them clothes, phones,give them lot of money.if I ask her to give me money to go to the salon do my hair,oh she wil tel me oh I dnt have enough money I wil give to you some other times. She doesn't how to talk to me all she do will call me names and say people wil hate you were you go and I wonder where you going to end up with your life. So I told her I don't like the things she tells me, she start to yell at me and say I wish I could Hate You infront of my big sister and she doesn't like me to because of my mother. I never ever thought the woman who carried me in her WOMB for 9 months and after all this years she's been hating me that's why she behaves this way. Then I started to ask my self I question maybe she regret to have me that's why. My big sis want me to leave the house so that they can have all the attention they've been longing for. I'm about to turn 21 after 2months. What should I do

Im Soo Happy I Found This Site. My Mom didnt have the best mom growin up she is Black And Mexican. But i know with all my heart i will never be like her. She Is one UGLY person she is a horrible mother, loud, EVIL, bitter, fake, and Not the smartest. Let me tell u about my life im not aloud to go anywhere, do anything and she treats me like im 12 i cant drive, barely started my first job and to top it off my little sister is starting to hate her too so its sad all her kids are on the path of hatred toward their mother my big sister cant stand her she was happy when she left. Like this one situation i know my mom constantly pisses me off so i try and stay in my room and one day she is gonna say how she is starting to not like me because im startin to be a little bitch and i will rip what i soul. Just because i try and not talk to her when i see her or i juss say a few words. She Calls us dumb asses she hits us in our mouths (i have braces) and just a while ago i didnt hear her call me and the second i went to her she was yellin at me we dont live in a ef'n mansion im gettin ef'n tired of u so i said uh huh. And she hit me in the arm with the end of the vacuum cord. I have so many stories i jus need to cope she makes me wanna like die i dont even see better for my self once i grow up and i dnt understand why it has to be me god cant have it out for me. I just need help and my dad chose his girlfriend over me and cant even call me. My step dad is no father figure ive never had one i dnt know if im going to college if ill ever have a car. Im juss crying out for help i dnt want to turn to bad things. :,(

im a 26 year old woman i live with my parents only be cuzz i have no whare to go cuz i i had somewhare to go man i'd get the hell out of here...im glade i found this cuz i dont like my mother i dont want to say hate but i kinda do...i feel bad for saying it....shes not a mother she dont do what moms are meant to do she tells me im worthless and im useless i just got over a virus you think she cared if i was sick or not she only cares for her self i hate how she talks walks eats drinks the way she smokes they she laughs like the woman dont know how to laugh be cuz her face is always mad 99% of the time....my father is pussy whiped if she says jump he ask how high master....i also hate my father to hes greety money hungry selfish he will take and take and take frm you but if you ask him for something there will be a RIOT! my mother has not ONE FRIEND cuz no one likes her...her own brothers and sisters cantstand her she dont know how to talk shes her face is always whineing she never shuts up shes never happy what people do for her i feel bad cuz i hate her so much it makes me sad how much i hate the woman her own grand children hate her i dont only hate my mother i hate my father to...and its bad i dont want to hate them anymore but they do this to me

I've hated my mother for as long as I can remember (I'm fourteen). She takes away my things as punishment when I've done literally nothing wrong. She's always commenting on how I eat, what I eat, and how much I eat. She "subtly" tells me I'm fat. She tells me how my best friend isn't pretty, and whenever I mention her being too thin she'll say "she's a small person if she weighed any more she'd look even worse." I don't know what her obsession with weight is but it's insane, and I know it's not cultural because she from Colombia. She always trying to say she's not hispanic like she has some problem with not being white, which pisses me off because that's the only thing I like about myself. She's always telling people that I die my hair black, which I don't. She puts me down all the time and never admits she's wrong, which is all the time pretty much. She expects me to do what she says without questioning it. She never ever retains a word I say even if it's just telling her what kind of soda I want. It got so bad that I ran away from home and she still didn't realize it was her fault. She abbreviates my name and I HATE it. It's always "Santi do this." and "Santi do that." It's SANTIAGO I'm not a fucking girl don't make me sound like one. I hope she dies soon.

OMG! I joined this site specifically because I came across these posts and I realize I am soooo not alone! I'm a grown woman in my 40s, with a child of my own, and I keep waiting for my relationship with my mother to improve, but it never does! I know hate is such a strong word, but my frustration with her is so overwhelming that I want to put my own head through a window at times. She is the most miserable, manipulative, deceitful, dishonest, lazy, plain mean, angry person I know; and overall just a really bad mother. I love my mother, and I TRY so hard to give her props and credit where credit is due. She was wonderful at coddling us and hugging us and loving us as children, and we never really wanted for anything. She was never physically abusive, well...maybe a tiny bit as we got older...there have been times where I was fearful of her and concerned for my safety... but nothing ever too aggressive, if you follow me. Anyway, I'm just relieved to know that I am not alone in this! I will be back to vent further and paint a broader picture, but for now...I'm feeling so very normal and can finally let go of that unnecessary guilt I've been carrying around all of this time, feeling bad for not processing my emotions correctly... turns out, I'm not WRONG for not liking my mom. I'm normal :)

before i found this site, i thought i was the only one in this world who hates her mother. i feel relief when i read your comments. I'm 23 and I'm getting married this year. My mother doesn't work. I pay for the house and the bills. Although I have a great job with good salary, its not enough for her. She always tells me that she doesn't need me and she can have a life of her own but still she lives in our house. Controls my life and makes me feel i'm the worst daughter in this world. when I decide for myself, she ALWAYS make me feel that I'm wrong. When I buy my clothes, it's ugly but when she buy it for me, its the fashionable (even it looks like nothing fashionable in anyway). She always sick. She have slight leukemia, diabetes, arthritis and anything you could imagine but she would rather buy facial cream than to buy her meds. Although her doctor said she doesn't have slight leukemia just anemia. she doesn't have diabetes just a bit higher glucose level than a normal person. she always make exaggeration for people to feel bad about her. She always complain that she doesn't have money but my dad and I give her allowance every month. My dad is suffering from cancer but still gives her money so that she would just shut up. When I was in grade school until college. she beats me up when i have low grades. She goes to any school event and when i did not invite her she feels like i'm mean to her. "I'm the best mom you can find. I'm better than your friend's mom. I know everything under the sun." Does this sound like your mom? you are not alone. my fiancee and I bought a house of our own but she will still live with us. She tells me that she will die soon and want to spend her life with me. That's the best way to make someone feel bad about her. I just want my own life. A supportive mother but not obsess with me. A mother who have her own life to live and who doesn't think her daughter is her only life. ***BOW***

My mother blames everything on me since my childhood. She told me that I was Bad in school (though I was straight A student), bad in college ( I finished my masters with 3.9 GPA), bad with job (I make more than $150k/year). The thing that surprises me the most is the fact that she compares me to my incompetent cousins who are drug addicts and failures in their lives.
It started when I caught her once fucking another men while my dad was out and I was in 7th grade. I was told to keep my mouth shut. I did keep my mouth shut but in 2 years I was thrown out of house. She manipulated my father and told my dad that I was spying on her. Life was very difficult after that for 10 years until I finished my college.
I stopped talking to her now and don't see her for years. 15 years I did not tell anyone because people don't believe that a real mother can be such a BITCH. But I am relieved to know that there are other people out there too. I stopped blaming myself for her failures and her miserable life.

My mother blames me for everything. My Dad has cancer and it is my fault. I love my Dad, but he is 74 years old, smoke all his life, and did not eat right, her fault on that one. He has had a good life and I do hope that he has many more years to come, but lets face facts no one lives forever! My mother spends more money on her cats then bitches about not having money to pay the bills. They make good money for being retired over 4k a month. More money then most do working. Anyways she blames me for everything she can. When ever I am around her she always wants to start a fight about anything she can, from the food My wife and I eat to the way we treat our kids ie with love. She tell me that we need to spank our kids and if we don't she will. I told her I would not stand for that. She got all pissed off and said "It never killed you to be hit". No it did not but I hate you for it. When ever go there she yells at the kids for messing up her house. They don't, but she will sit there and watch a cat shit on her floor, and jump on the table if you leave food there, the dogs will piss all over the place. NASTY! She has over 10 inside cats, 3 inside dogs, and will over 35 outside cats that she feeds. Her house smells like piss, but me and the kids are almost forced to eat outside in fear of us dropping food. She is always picking at me about something. I have a bad back and can no longer stand on my feet for 8hrs a day at work. She tell me just walk it off get up and move. She has no idea what kind of pain I am in. I can go on forever, but the bottom line is she never wanted me and I wish she gave me away when I was a baby. The first opportunity I get after my dad dies I going to put her ass in rest home and have the Court put my bother as trust for her because she will blow all her money on cats and not pay the bills.

I'm not sure if my story is as severe as some of these but I too hate my mother.For as long as I can remember shes always made my life a living hell.She always puts me down about my short comings,blames anything that goes wrong in her life on me,says terrible things about me behind my back and calls me all types of nanes.When she is miserable she targets me over my younger brother and picks with me throughout the day.She always claims she will help me with things that I can't do on my own then when I come to her she refuses.When I'm sad about something completely unrelated to her,sitting in my room crying it out,she bursts in and yells at me.Once when she kicked me out after I blew up from her really mentally abusing me w/o barely any breaks in between she kicked me out.Even during my stay away from home every so often she would call or text me mean things or try to start arguments.My brother has behaviorial disability and blacked my eye one summer.She actually punished him,that was the nicest thing shes ever done for me.I have never heard the words im proud of you or anything along those lines from her.She has never shown me support in anything I've done or wanted to do.She makes up stories about me or completely changes around stories to make herself look better and me worst.She does things like gets her & my brither food before coming home and doesn't get or offer me any least 3-4days a week.Knowing theres nothing in the house and I'm not able to get my own.She bitches and complains all day about irrelevant stuff.No matter what I do or anyone does she is never pleased.I can go in and on.To my friends and other people I'm an amazing sweet funloving person but she brings this whole crime channel lifetime movie side out of me & I hate it!Most of the time I'm hoping in some part of the universe if i keep hoping & wishing magically she'll dissapear out of thin air and I'll get a new "better" mother.

Nice i found this forum. I hate my mother too. I am 27 and mother is 44. I live with her. She used to be nice and for an year she has changed. she wears very short loose skirt, sometimes 12incheas above from her knee level and that shows her string undies. She is aragont and says she got freedom if i say anything. No idea what made her this chanegs and she feels like everyone likes her but hate me

I was the age 21 my parent dicided to separate.
Apology my english but I have to tell you this.
My Mother left my father afeter 21 years.
She got a new boyfriend and told us everting going to be good. But after Six year of separate she decided to divorce from my father because he got retierd she wont every money she could get.
But after so many years paing the bills for our home. He didn't get that much money to pay my mother of what she got from the law in switzerland for doing nothing. So we had to make a deal to keep our house that he pays her every month 1000 swiss francs. But you must also make the calculation from the year 1994 to 2002 they earnd both nearly 1000000 dollar a year. But at the year 2002 of the separetion he got a bill from the goverment over 12000 swiss frances what is not normal and he has to pay every month 2000 swiss francs for the house. So some body tell me wenn you earn 1000000 swiss francs thogether how you can have that enormous debt they had. Only If the woman steals your money and you don't get it. And my father was a guy like this, he is to doubtful and trusted her all the time. That was his problem but you can't do anything the law his to hard and the women always get right.
So this is how i hate my mother and I hope you got my position and I never speak to my mother since 2003 and also skip the funeral of my grandmother this year to not see my mom.

hi im 16 i know most teenagers say they hate their mothers but i hate her, she is emotionally abusing we are always struggling for money because she is buying packs of cigarettes which is like 4 packets a week and buying her 6 dollar per drink energy drinks which she buys like 6 a day not to mention all the fatty expensive food she buys for herself which in turn leaves nothing for me and my little brother. she calls me useless and good for nothing, she says i act to good at school and she says u think ur all that because i get good grades .... aren't parents supposed to be happy when kids get good grades. iv'e got tanned mocha skin from my black islander dad and she is white but she is always racist to me and acting like my brother is perfect because he has blue eyes blond hair and pale white skin from his dad but she looks at me like im scum. and to top it off she is a religious small minded homophobic and i'm gay so well life cannot get any worse

Sometimes I feel bad for hating my mother but that happens rarely. She had never said I love you to me or my brother. All she does is complain about how I am an ungrateful brat and that I am not normal because I'm not like other people. I didn't go out a lot when I was in high school. I liked to read a lot, also I pretty much sucked in math. When I was 16 she would always barge into my room for no reason because she thought I was doing something suspicious, I'm a girl so what could I have been doing that was so specious? Then I started to lock my room and she would yell at me because I locked the door. I told her that I needed some privacy so her response was "When you get your own house then you could lock the door" For some reason she never notices the positive things about me but ALWAYS highlights on the negative ones.

Gosh this makes me feel so much better about my life.

Just like the rest of you I legitamentally hate my mother...My parents divorced when i was four. I loved my mom when I was younger until I could really understands things, no one could move me from her she was my favorite person.
since about 6th grade i knew shed been sleeping with a married man. I would look through her found read txt and see pictures, I knew she was being "the other women" in an affair.
We used to fight so bad about it she would try to cover it up and some how she was so manipulating that i would believe whatever she said but now 17 years old i hacked into her email found everything i mean EVERYTHING emails between them from years ago mind you i saw there sex tape and she lied about that too she told me it was over but it wasnt she loves him and shes a puppy for him she would do anything for him but he wont he has 4 kids and a wife. SHE DIGUSTS ME. I hate her every day for it...
Shes always running around doing pointless erins for hours and now i know where she goes i cant stand her. She complains shes such a good mom and does everyhting for me and my sister yet how could i ever look up to her shes no role model shes a slut.
She buys my love and she should because im so fucking close to telling my family and i have before but yet again she covers things up so easily everyone loves her too because she does everything for her parents to make sure they have no reason to hate her yet no one sees the double life she lives and how her and that man WHOM are families are and have been close with since i was born. Shes been lying to me for years and i cant handle it i cry and cry and cry. who was a mistress as a mother. i have no respect for her.
she thinks shes so fucking hot and doesnt let you forget it she makes me and my sister feel like shit soemtimes because she boast about her perfect body but i see nothing but the truth on her and it just makes her ugly. but no one ever understand why im mean if i say it shed kill me and im so young no one believes me even with the proof i have!
besides that she yells at me for never being home. My older sister never had friends and was a bit of an outkast i have lots of friends good friends to we dont do bad things but i dont want to me home ever so i leave to hang with them and she hates that i have friends if im home me and my mom are either fighting or i sit and lock myself in a room i cant handle her she makes me want to kill myself i used to cut because of her. SHES THE FAKEST BITCH I HAVE EVER MET. She pretends and pretends to be perfect so no one will see her cover. I FUCKING SEE IT EVERYDAY. Idk if i should hate her..but i cant help it i feel tension everywhere thinking about her it drives me insane to think about. i just want nothing to do with her.

Hello,

I've been feeling physically sick around my parents ever since I was a child. Even now, if I hear about them or dream of them, I puke. I can't control it. I used to wonder why, feel crazy and want to die; yet, I defended them and used to say that they were not that bad and that others had much worse lives. Well, at least that's what they had brainwashed me into thinking. I had therapy for many years and figured out that they had been psychologically abusing me since I was a child. I think my body was reacting to what my mind was too numbed or in denial to react too. It is hard to admit that your own parents are abusing, rejecting or neglecting you and every time people ask me about my parents, I still start feeling sick even though I know why now. I think emotions have a very powerful effect on the body. My parents lied to me, hurt me and scared me on a daily basis for years and they don't feel any regret about it today, so it is just hard to ''swallow'' I guess. So I think we're all normal and my advice is to find out the deep reasons why you feel this way because even if it doesn't change the way you feel, at least you know you're not a crazy person who hates their parents because she was born mean and crazy. The blame is on them, not you.

I hate my mother too.
She gets upset over little things, She makes me do all of her stuff, she insults me all the time, She takes money from me and my father. She owes him thousands of dollars.
My mother always asks me my opinion on things and let me just tell you we have NOTHING in common. So when I give her my honest opinion on things she acts like i'm a complete idiot. Of course I defend my opinion but she refuses to listen to anyone else's opinion.
She's a narrow minded bitch!
Recently we got in a debate over gay marriage and she told me she didn't believe in it because the bible says it's wrong(She's a Christian btw). She refused to listen to me despite the fact that SHE ASKED ME on my opinion of it. Then she said something that just crossed that line. She told me that I know nothing and told me that my beliefs are wrong. She was telling me that she was right and I was wrong.
We fight everyday really and she hits me a lot.
I really can't believe we're related. We are nothing alike.
Also she hates my best friend for no reason and blames her for my "bad attitude".

A lot of my friends think it's stupid that I would say that I hate my mom but I really do.

Same with me i hate her as much she hates me

my mother is a cow. wone minute she is nice and then she turns like a rabid dog. She was nice till I got to about 13 and she got a rich boyfriend and used to travel with him all the time andleave me with friends and neigbours or my gran.I was alwys tall slim and beautiful and she wanted me to model but I hated it.She loves male attention, I dont, she used to flirt with my husband and boyfriends, one told me he slept with her when i was only about 15, after what my ex husband and boyfrind told me I bleive it. She is full of complexes and puts them on me and my sister. She loves money and is obsessed with looks and who earns what. She is always trying to pry into me and I find her invasive and ugly. She was always beautiful but has a huge backside which she really should have lipo'd off and then we could have peace. She talks of nothing else but money, looks and weight and is always on a diet but never looses it. she is now putting her coplexes on my daughter. When I reach boiling point and react she gets really nast and vile. I cannot wait to be finally free of her. I am a christian by the way,i am 56 years old and she is the only person in the universe that makes me vomit. I cannot stand to be in the same room. Reading all these blogs makes me feel better. I am praying that God will help me deal with it. Most of these women are posessed if you ask me. she gets really evil and black and becomes like a hissing snake. my sister cannot be near her for a inute. She puts everyone down who is more attractive, cleverer, richer etc etc in front of them, she does it to my stepfather it is unbelievable, i dont know what he sees in her. She said she only married him for money, and by does she spend it. Unfortunately she supports me and because my duaghter came home with a baby and i care for him, there is no work around here.
I pray for all of you that we will all be healed from toxic mothers. I am an artist, she alway put me down and chucked my work away.... now because others say I am really talented, so does she. My life has been really messed up because of her.

A lot of these stories sound like the relationship I have with my mother. I think she has a narcassistic personality disorder.She uses the fact that I live at home to keep me in a constant state of anxiety by threatening to kick me out of the house if I don't do what she says on a minute to minute basis. I'm 23 and probably too old to be living at home, but I'm still studying and can't afford to move out. When I was 16 I said I thought I was ugly and hated my nose and instead of disagreeing she booked an appointment for me to see a plastic surgeon I think purely to piss off my dad from whom she had recently separated. After I had the surgery done and saw the result I started crying as 1/2 of my nose had caved in and was completely disfigured, I looked over at her and she had this amused look on her face. I had to wait a year to have revision surgery to breathe properly again and when I raised this with her at the time she said - oh no, you're nearly an adult now, I think you should take care of it, which obviously I couldn't afford. My sister is studying medicine,probably going to be loaded, has a good relationship with my dad, huge amount of friends, boyfriend etc. and is moving out in a few weeks; my mother is absolutely servile towards her it makes me sick.Earlier this evening I overheard her making plans to take a cat I adopted to an animal shelter; when I raised this with her she started screaming and crying and threw a cup at the wall. I know this a totally unhealthy relationship and its not constructive to hate someone so much but I don't know how to change this?

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Affirmation to Overcome Resentment

[If you harbor resentment that you cannot seem to overcome and release, print out this text and read it out loud in front of a mirror with much emotional expression.]

I am such an important "turkey" that I cannot allow anyone to be and act according to their nature, which I happen to dislike. I am such an important "turkey" that if someone says something or does something wrong, I will punish them dearly with all of my resentment. Oh, they will see how important it is, my resentment, and they will be viciously punished for their "transgression!" Because I am a very, very important "turkey."

I do not value my life. I do not value my life to such an extent that I don't care if I waste my valuable time on resentment. I will give up a minute of joy, a minute of happiness, a minute of playfulness, and instead will devote such time to my resentment. And I don't care that these frequent minutes of resentment will add up to hours, hours to days, days to weeks, weeks to months, and months to years. I do not regret spending years of my life in resentment because I do not value my life.

I have no self-awareness. I lack self-awareness to such an extent that I will never notice my frowned eyebrows, pouted lips, my somber facial expression. I will never see how grotesque I look in this condition and will never laugh at it or laugh at my absurdity. Never. Because I lack any self-awareness and cannot view myself objectively.

Mothers that act this way are actually women who have lived lives devoid of love, women who are extremely starved for love. They have an endless and infinite need for attention.

Below is an affirmation that you can give such women to read. By their reaction to this text you will know how close or far away they are from recovering from their (miserable) condition. This text will also give you an insight into such women's inner world, and may even shed some light on some of your inner demons. Enjoy!

The Bitch thing about Moms..

When your friends call you names, tease you, and make you feel like shit, Your mom can do a thousand times worse. Just one word can shatter you. My mom will not stop until I break up with my girlfriend. She is such a FUCKING CONTROL FREAK! She will NEVER be impressed no matter WHAT I do. No medal or award will EVER please that BITCH! I have tried everything to NOT hate her, but she just erks me to my core. I hate My MOM! My grandmother on the other hand understands me. The fact that Grandparents and Grandchildren get along, is because they are united by a common enemy,Moms and Dads.

One time when got so sick of her shit, i asked her best friend to talk to her. She's quiet, but her Bitchiness increased a Thousand fold.
Now, I hate everything about her..

part 6:

None of us kids talk to each other anymore. And I don't just mean *I* don't talk to them, no, I mean NONE of us talk to NONE of us anymore. It's partly the bad childhood memories that we all remind the others of, and partly some of the horrible things we did to each other when we were younger and didn't know any better and were emulating our shitty parents, and other reasons, too, I'm sure but those are the main ones. Of 3 girls and one boy, only I and one other sister still talk to my mom, and I was the only one that still would see my dad, and that was only after he'd had a stroke and was bed-ridden and not a threat anymore. I was so relieved when he died. At first anyway....but then I got mad because some tiny part of me still hoped til the bitter end that he would magically become a loving father but when he died, that was it. I couldn't pretend to myself anymore that SOME DAY he would become the dad I'd always wished for. That pathetic sub-conscious shred of hope kept me going for so long until even it was gone and now I have nothing but my horrible memories...He never acknowledged what he did to me or apologized. Plus, I hoped my mom would change when he died, that maybe she would relax and be happy now....but no.

So, some of this was about my dad and not my mom, but it is all wrapped up together in my experiences, so I couldn't talk about her without talking about him. I've probably given some of y'all nightmares, and some of y'all won't believe half of it, and some are crying right now because it sounds exactly like what they grew up with....

I don't like to say that I *wish* my mother would die.....but I damn sure wouldn't cry if she did!!!

So, yeah.... I hate my fucking mother. And I don't even care anymore if it's normal.

part 5:

To this day, I have no friends because I don't trust ANYONE. AT ALL. I only know how to relate to men on a sexual level, and have been lied to and used so many times until I finally realized how self-destructive my actions were (always choosing the wrong kind of man) until I just got to the point that I don't even try to date anymore, for 3 years now. I'm only 40 for god's sake, but I have realized I am going to die alone. The only reason I haven't killed myself already is because of my wonderful son. I won't do that to him.

And I don't know how to be friends with women because a)I viewed them as rivals for so long (since I related to all men in a sexual way), and b)i never had any good female role models and wasn't allowed to have friends as a child so I just never learned how to relate to other women. Plus, I obviously couldn't tell this story to someone "normal", they couldn't handle it, and if I try to establish a friendship with someone and NOT tell them, then I feel like the hugest fucking phony in the world!! I can't even describe what a fraud I feel like. I am convinced that it is only a matter of time before they realize what a damaged piece of shit I am, and run the other direction away from me. So I either hide the facts and put on a "face" day after day until I can't pretend anymore, or I try to trust someone and tell them a little bit about my mother, and you know what I almost always hear? "Well, she's the only mother you have so you have to love her." Can you comprehend the rage I feel when I hear that sentence? It angers me for 2 reasons. 1)that person is not even trying to relate or sympathize or ANYTHING! They are fucking chastising me(!?) because I don't love my abusive mother??! And 2) I KNOW SHE'S THE ONLY ONE I GOT, DO YOU REALLY HAVE TO FUCKING RUB IT IN!!!!!!?????? Until the day I die, this evil hag is the only fucking mother I'll EVER have, THANKS, I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER NOW!!

I am utterly alone. I do have a job but I work out of my home and rarely leave the house anymore if I don't have to. I'm looking at my cell phone contacts right now and there are 4 numbers to pay bills, my bank's 800 number, the vet, some old guy I bought firewood from last winter, ASUS customer support, the dump-truck company that put a load of gravel on my driveway, the local hospital, Lowes, the local CVS, the salon I get my hair cut at, a storage place I used last summer, some number I called about a guy to cut my grass, my doctor, my boss, my son and my mom. NO personal contacts, except my son and my mom. And I've had this phone over a year. I don't even have my brother or 2 sister's phone numbers.

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Us kids were not allowed to play with anyone. We were kept completely isolated. We changed schools almost every single year (we went to la-di-da Christian schools). My parents would get behind on the tuition and the school wouldn't let us return the next year because it wasn't paid off so we would have to go somewhere else. I can count 6 different schools in 8 years, and yet we never moved. How fucking stupid is that? I can see if you're military or something and get moved around a lot, but we just had to change schools because they were too fucking lazy to pay the bills. And my dad made GOOD money back then, so it's just ridiculous that they would let that happen. He was an electrical engineer working for the governement. GOOD money, but he and my mom preferred to spend it on electrical gadgets and toys for them (which back then included ham radios and weirdo glowing green something-scopes, etc)...and we're living in a maggot house, wearing moldy clothes, getting fines from the city because our grass is 3 feet high, our yard toilet-papered on a monthly basis, electricity getting cut off, no food in the house (but her car would be piled to the CEILING with fast food bags), getting bullied by day at school, getting molested by daddy at night, getting screamed at and pinched and slapped and hair pulled the rest of the time by mom...

And daddy's idea of punishment was to take his daughter (until about the age of 12 when I started fighting back) and strip her naked, and tie her or handcuff her to his bed and beat her. With his hand, a belt, a switch from the rose bush (with the thorns still on!!) and then afterwards hold her, still naked, in his lap, rubbing her entire body with baby oil and telling her what a good Christian girl she was and how he just hated, oh he HATED to have to punish her but she really shouldn't have left her bookbag on the living room floor (or the kitchen light on, or the faucet dripping, or the bike not on it's kickstand, or the salt-n-pepper shakers facing the wrong direction, or looking at him while sneezing, or using pink hair-ties instead of yellow, or god knows what other fucking demented reasons he had for "punishing" us.
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She is NEVER EVER EVER EVER wrong. I can't remember a single time in my life when she admitted a mistake or apologized for something. Nothing is safe to say - If I comment that the ketchup is missing, and then realize it's on the fridge shelf instead of the door, well, she will think she's being attacked, and will launch into a long monologue about why she put it on the shelf vs the door and why her reasons are justified and she'll go on to say that I am being unreasonable and petty and childish, etc. My fucking god, all I said was the ketchup was not in the door!! and it's World War fucking 3!! Can you say DEFENSIVE?!?! "Walking on eggshells" does not even begin to describe what it's like to be around her. And no matter what the conversation or argument is about it ALWAYS comes back to her. ALWAYS! My son told her he was thinking of going to the oil fields in North Dakota to get a job. Does she say she'll miss him? Does she tell him he's brave for going so far (we are on the east coast)? Does she praise him for wanting to be self-sufficient (He's 20 and can't find work here for last 2 years – our county is 2nd worst unemployment in the state)? No! She immediately starts wailing about “who's going to cut her grass now, who's going to wash her car, who's going to do any heavy lifting or “manly” type of work around the place? How could he DO this to her?!?!?”

REALLY???? Thanks Grandma, love you too!!!

I am embarrassed to be in public with her because she STINKS. She showers about once a week and even then doesn't use soap or shampoo. Never uses deodorant, she says the aluminum in it will give you cancer. I guess combing your hair must give you cancer too cuz she won't do that either. Forget being in a car with her, I want to gag. And she'll come to my house (which is unfortunately right across the street from her) to use my washing machine, and she'll say, "I'm going home now but I'm going to borrow your bathroom first." And then she'll sit in there for a fucking half-hour til the air is green, taking a massive dump! OMFG, you couldn't have gone home to do that??! You couldn't walk across the STREET to shit in your own bathroom?? And it's not just the shit - it's the crotch-rot, and her stinking body. The bathroom is a bio-hazard when she comes out!! And this didn't just happen once, this happens OFTEN. I truly can't decide if she's that fucking clueless, or if she is doing it on purpose!

She is an absolute PIG. She is a hoarder and when I was growing up the house was just like what you would see on an episode of Hoarders. Some people hoard things like clothes or possessions, and some people hoard TRASH. Guess which one she hoards? Picture 4' piles of trash, rotting food, cat and dog shit, used tampons, you name it, from one end of the house to the other. Picture maggots everywhere. Picture 4 children growing up in this hell.

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I told my mother my husband and I were going to adopt a baby. A few months later I heard from my sister that my mother is telling people I am pregnant, so that when we adopt everybody thinks it's biological. And THAT's my mother.

Hate ,that what they had tough me i hate everything around me i never felt love , i'm 23 years old male since the beginning i'm unlike my parents in everything even in look thank God i'm good looking way more my parents people would be amazed that they are my parent , even though my hideous awful dad keep telling me i'm gross ugly he called me every name in the book and every cuss you can imagine he started to kick me out of the house when i was 12 years old and streets were full of scumbag and homos i remember in the winter i was wearing only t shirt and smoking waiting for the mosque to open up to be like shelter for me , this awful person my father said it straight to my face several times over and over since i was 12 years old i hate you you should not live with us , you are loser and so on , everyone knows my friends and family member that i'm smart and i'm good person , anyways when i was 15 i developed schizophrenia the first episode of the illness started with big fight with him , i could put up with illness all this year i'm now 23 graduated from tourism guidance collage and i have decent job in Expedia i met american woman in that company and she liked me , she lives now in america and i though of marrying her and go to live in america away from all these , but i didn't tell her i'm schizophrenic and i know it will blow up if i tell her that . i really want to live and settle in egypt but it seems impossible with all these obstacles my father and my mother she is monster she never hugged me support me or even appreciate anything i do , she always trying to underestimate me i hate her fuckin' guts i'm really torn should i go to america and start new life although it will be full of lying and troubles or staying in egypt and face my own destiny ??? btw i respect all these people in here it is not easy believe to say i hate my mother or my father unless there is huge mistreatment . regards

I'll try to keep this short. When I was a kid, my mother called me "You rotten bastard". Actually until I was about 32 when my dad died. She's always been awful, a tyrant. She always treated my sister and older brother better, and my other brother and me like crap. She had a stroke and my older brother and sister wanted to put her in a home. I should have let them, but I didn't. I made sure she got back home, stayed with her 3 weeks even though she treated me like shit, called my sister "sweetie" even after she was going to put her in a home. She is a chameleon. She can be something to some people and they think she's this sweet little old lady. I know otherwise. She got people fired when she worked. If she can't get something out of someone, she has no use for them.
My mother has lived with me for almost 3 years as she was no longer able to take care of herself. So who is the dumbshit?? Don't answer. I am trying to 'do the right thing'. She mostly sits in a recliner and watches TV all day. I took her on trips to places she's never been, took her to see the Pope for her 80th birthday, bought her stuff, done everything I can think of to make her life pleasant. I wanted to make the end of her life happy, since she never has been. I tried to get her to close the door one day when I got home from work because it was really cold in the room. I figured it would be good for her to get up since she'd been sitting all day probably. She waited until I came in the room then sat down again, so I got pissed and slammed the door. She said, "You're a real bastard, you know it!?" So, I had enough. I'm civil to her, make her lunch and dinner and make sure she gets her meds, but I'm done trying to make her life 'nice'. I hate her and I'm almost 49 years old. Thanks for everyone sharing. It's good to know I'm not the only one who hates their mother.

I was raised under a christian household. When I was eight years of age I placed a hex over my mother, the next day she had an automobile accident. I've hated my mother since the day I crawled out of her wretched womb. My mother is a narcissistic bitch to say the least. She is a phony hypocritical backstabbing whore. She has told me on numerous occasions how much she hates me and wished she had an abortion. Then there are times when she'll "pretend" to be my mother, I care about my mother, but I fucking hate her guts.

I'm so glad I'm not alone. I absolutely HATE my mother. I'm not even sure if her brothers and sisters even like her. I've dealt with her verbal, mental and physical abuse for too long and now I can't stand to be around her. I feel like I can't do anything with my life anymore without her in the way. I think that my brother, dad and myself would be so much happier if she wasn't around. It's peaceful in the house when she's not there and when she's home I feel like I'm going to hurt someone or myself. She never told me once that she loved me and she wasn't involved in my high school life. I never saw her at any of my band concerts or marching band competitions, even when she said that she'll be there. Things like that gave me some type of hope that my mom actually cared about me, but every time she comes up with an excuse. Every time I come home from anything band related, I see her in her room eating and watching tv saying that she "didn't feel like going." I don't want to have kids when I'm older because I don't want to treat my kids the way I was treated by my mother. I don't want my kids to hate me.

threatning** and when she threatens my father she threatens to either kill him or deport him she's out of her damn mind, she has bruised and hit me before but shes just i dont even know anymore it kills me to see her when she cries but deep down i know and she knows she has had it coming once im 18 im not going to probably have anything to do with her any longer

My parents split up when I was 3. In fact the only solid memories I have of my childhood are them fighting. Sadly, my mom gained custody of me, so I've had to deal with her taking all of her anger and stress out on me. My entire childhood was spent being ignored, yelled at for no apparent reason, sometimes beaten, and wondering when I get to visit dad for a few days.

This has gone on all my life, and she thinks she can just fix it all. Lately, she's been trying to act all nice and shit, but growing up like that really hurts one's psyche.

Anyway, I've always hated being in the same room as her, talking to her, or even listening to her voice. And it got even worse when my sister was born. God, ever since the day she was born, she was yelled at for the tiniest things. Like crying at night, which is something babies do, for Christ's sakes. I don't know, I really want to fix things with her, but I just can't. Just being around her hurts me.

I am so sad that there are other people in this world that have had the same experiences as me with their mothers. I am just 18 years old, about to go off to college and I absolutely cannot stand my mother. I've felt this way for the past three years. She's always been pompous and arrogant and thinks she's absolutely perfect. She fights with my dad all the time, and tells him me and my two sisters would be better off with him dead then with him there. She always tells us that he is a horrible father, and that makes me almost cry because I know he tries super hard to be as good a father as he can. His job pretty mug sucks but he lives with it and is generally a good man, but my mom just hates him. I am sort of lazy and since we're on holiday in another state, I think I should be allowed to relax. But she constantly calls me fat and useless and it makes me feel like crap inside. One night I even worked up the courage and told her that she's always making fun of me and ridicules me all the time, she just laughed and said that's all I deserve. I just want to leave home as soon as I can. I even feel bad for my sisters as they are little and dont know how to deal with her constant anger and the way she mocks them all the time. I don't know why she can't be like a normal mother who would listen to our problems instead of make fun of us.

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Of course I ignored this and tried to start eating my breakfast but she came over and snatched it away and told me to leave the house. She proceeded to throw away the breakfast I finally made. She kept screaming at me and of course I tried to explain everything that she did, she wouldn't listen and kept throwing hard things at me and hitting me and pushed me off the chair as well. As a child you can't hit back or everyone would feel disgusted and see you as a bad child. She kept hitting and hitting and of course I cried because it hurts and she just kept telling me to shut up but because I was crying out of pain I couldn't control it. My brothers came down and told me to go upstairs to my room to calm down. Yeah, after all that it is MY fault. = = Also I got the term 'scarface' from my brothers, they call mum that all the time, they call her a b and scream at her for coming into their room. For some reason, my mum would never punish them, she would just go into her room to sulk. I would feel sorry for her then, yea... only me. I think my mum just hates me the most and one day when I grow up and find my way into society, I will try to break contact with her but will still talk to dad and my grandparents. I just wish all you other people will have a happy ending one day as well.¬¬¬¬

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I don't hate my mother, I just would prefer another mother if I could choose. As a family from Asia, my mum would use corporal punishment to do anything. She used to hit my brothers and also me when we do something wrong. Mind you, it was never very bad things we did. After we all became teenagers, she stopped hitting my two older brother and younger one. However, she still would hit me, most probably because I'm the only girl in the family and she thinks I won't fight back. I don't, I just stay there and let her hit and push me. )= She would always talk badly about me behind my back to EVERYONE. I introduced my friend's mum to her so that she could have more friend. After a few days of talking to her mum, they became 'very good friends'. Every time she fights with me she will go to that person's mum and dob on me like a little girl and of course she would never say anything she did. Countless times, she would bring up my friend's name and try to tell me how she is so much better blah blah. I wish she would just get it over with and tell me she wants her as a daughter. My friend doesn't even get very good marks, she can't cook, she rarely helps out with the housework and the only reason she is portrayed as such a good person is because HER mum LOVES her and always say the best things about her to my mum. sighh... Just today, I woke up all happy and was making my breakfast, she came and tried to talk to me and in the process called me ugly, (I have low self esteem, probably from her constant insults). Of course I wouldn't be happy about it but she kept saying that its my problem and I'm always moody in the morning blah blah. I explained to her that if I called her 'scarface' (she has scars from when she had acne) she wouldn't feel too good either. Then she started screaming at me saying I'm a dirty child and that I ruined her morning.

Hye folks. I hate my mom too. I hate her so much that I can't stand not even a minute in a room with her.

Oh yeah, to those who tend to judge those who hates their moms are ungrateful and etc, just because you have a perfect mom, doesn't give u a right to judge us like that. Walk in our shoes for a day, then u may judge us with whenever you wanna say.

My mom has always been biased. She's always being mean to me, to my family members, but mostly, she hated me the most.

I always caught her talking shits about me behind my back. It's very hurtful. One time, I stood up and asked her straight to her face, I said, "Why would U say stuff like that behind my back ?" And she stood like an idiot there, being speechless after I caught her with the dirt on her.

I caught her talking behind my back again, today. She said I'm lazy just because I didn't wash several dishes last night. For god sakes, it's not that big of a deal.

I used to be the maid of the house. I cook, clean and do everything that needs to be done to make sure she doesn't come home after work with her loud - radio - mouth.

I'm a woman, but I smoke cigarettes. Yes, I smoke, and it was all because I'm too stress out because of my mother.

I'm good in my academic, I'm doing well in my studies and I achieved good reputations in schools, I went to boarding school and now I'm studying in one of the best university in my country. People see me as a success, bold, full with integrity woman, but they never know what's there inside me actually.

I keep everything to myself. I told my boyfriend, yes, and some of my closest friends about what I have to dealing with. I really thank God that they understand me, cause they know I ain't lying.

What I heard from her today seriously breaks my heart. She talked as if I'm a worthless bitch that did nothing around the house but sleeping. Whereas I'm whipping my ass out working around the house trying to keep in in perfect shape.

Just because I was raised with your money and lived for 9 months in your womb, that doesn't gives her any right at all to act like such a bitch for the rest of my life.

I may owe my life to her once, but just to be clear, I never wanted to be born at the very first place.

My anger and hatred towards my mom has made me become a bitter person. And now, I'm diagnosed that I'm suffering from a psychological disruption called Schizoid.

And if there's one thing to be blame for what I am now, I BLAME MY MOM.

my mother has been verbally and emotionally abusing me for a long time.. my boyfriend has cancer at the moment and she has no heart.. she tells me i use his cancer as an excuse to get depression! and also says that because im in my mid twenties i should be out of home.. she always tells me she wants me out of the house but i really cant afford it right now! its horrible! she drinks quite a bit and usually if there is a big event like a birthday or christmas mum gets wasted and starts being a real bitch, she goes ferral.. id say its quite normal if your in a similar situation to me to hate your mother!

Its sure that she raised me and i know she loves me and im conscient of this. We had great moments and she is nice but most of time it turns to shit . when you live with someone who is always arguing and you re like walking on eggshells and you have to think every word you re gonna say because you never know when she will be mad , and when she is angry it takes a lot of time to fix , would you find it pleasant ? I guess the answer is no. Its been two days since I didnt leave my bedroom because she is mad at me. I only have my computer to distract myself . I hope that her anger will dissapear soon cause i dont wanna be locked in this room all summer long...

(PART TWO) : Then when she feels bad about what happened she comes to you crying and saying you know im always like that its my PMS who puts me like that bla bla bal. It's not true cause I have to think every fucking word I'm gonna say because I m scared to get her mad. I was talking to my dad over the phone and I told him that I dont like the fact of having a toilet in my new bedroom. My mother heard that and now shes angry at me and doesnt talk to me the last thing she told me : You talked with your dad, you've been able to say bad things about the appartment ?. HEY ITS JUST A FUCKING TOILET I PUT A CURTAIN IN FRONT OF IT AND ITS OK NOW DONT BEGIN TO BE MAD AT ME !? I'm only 14 and i look forward to be an adult and to move of this shitty place. Plus my mother dont want to me to a boyfriend cause im too young and school is more important and she said : when you'll get one, im not gonna be an easy mother-in-law and i will piss him off . okay ? and she is always forcing me to have 100% at school like if I wasnt doing my job right. I just want to be alone to stop hearing her talking about how miserable she is and all of her fucking problems. I'm so tired and depressed cause she says I have nothing interesting to say and i live in the past and i always talk about calories and fat. IF YOU WERE WATCHING WHAT YOU EAT, MAYBE YOU WOULDNT BE EATING EVERY FUCKING THING IN THE REFREGIRATOR AND TREATING YOURSELF OF FAT WHALE ? I can't support her she s always saying CHANGE YOUR MOOD IM FUCKING TIRED OF SEEING YOU LIKE THIS. It's fucking boring and unpleasant to be with her. oh my god.

I hate my mother. I have told her I hated her from childhood, and it has only gotten worse. My dad tried to interveine maybe once or twice, but since then has given up. I think incredibly different than she does and any attempt i have at even trying to have a conversation with her, ends in screaming. She is ignorant and immature, and it hurts to the point where it's best to accept there is no hope and just move on. It's a normal thing to hate a degrading person or someone whose habits annoy you, try to move away and live the life you want, and grow from your experience.

I'm worse than all of you cos my mother wasnt even abusive-the opposite, mindlessly loving and supportive. But I despise her. Have done ever since puberty when my stepdad left and it was just me and her. I grew to hate everything about her-voice, personality mannerisms everything. Her company basically made me physically sick. At 1st I felt guilty then all I felt was anger and hatred at being stuck with her. My sister and her are best friends and my sis knows I hate her so we're not close. But I have a right to feel this way. My mother was a useless ditzy hippy who wanted to raise me to be like her. I grew up in the middle of nowhere with no childrens my age no tv nothing. She acts like this great parent when she was a useless b who looked out for herself. She couldnt have raised me worse if she tried. Shes a social outcast freak who embarrasses me whenever shes in public. Shes a middle aged/old woman who acts like a weird 8 yr old girl. I hated growing up to her pathetic sickening weak influence. My father left me when I was a few months old so I had nothing else. I dont hate her as much since I moved out at 19, im 24 now, but then for my sis bday I had go out with her. The sight of her dancing in her crappy way with all these woman half her age, alone, getting drunk making a fool herself made all my hatred flood back. This useless weird airy fairy old whore was my mother. I hope I never have to move in with her again or have anything to do with her. I know I sound like scum but if your were a man and you were stuck with this kind of woman as your only influence and no dad or brother any other family youd grow to hate her too. I'll cry when shes dead.

ya i know what you feel i am going through the same boat in fact experiences with that bitch has left me numb.i want to have children and live a normal life but i am scared about being a bad parent i don’t want my kids to go through what i went through. I am sure that i will be a good mother and will never ever emotionally abuse my kid or show partiality that she has shown to me .
there are no pills for the post traumatic stress that you feel but i can offer you one way of dealing with it .whenever i have those bad memories I try to divert my mind and think about something else this has really helped me i try to avoid her as much as possible by keeping minimal contact.

Wow I realy sympathise with all the posts on here. I'm 20 years old and am SO glad that I've stopped being naïve about the fact that my mother is very far from perfect. Its almost scary to think that there are over 40 years olds still haunted by their mothers influence. Hate is a very strong word but sometimes that is what I feel towards my mother. She has the most difficult personality by far of any person I have ever known. She used to drink a lot when I was younger which always upset and scare me and I would hate it because she would just transform into this repulsive woman that I was just embarrased of. Only in the last couple of years have I realised how controling she was of me. She has this mentality of being extremely negative about everything and suspecting everyone of everything. She brought me up this way and I find it a miracle that I have nevertheless managed to gain positive social skills. Whenever I had issues that I would try to talk to her about she would always just make it seem that I am stupid and weak as if what I am saying doesn't matter.Lately all she does is repeat herself over and over about how important it is that my univeristy and exams go well even though I tell her that everything is fine she just keeps ranting on and on. Its impossible to have a coversation without her criticising me in one way or another. Arguing my point of view is always impossible she just changes the logical thread of the argument every sentence... Either just to piss me off or because she's an idiot.I have stopped confronting her about her flaws that bother me because she just starts getting super aggressive and denies fucking everything... I mean literally every sentence she says begins with the word "no". This just makes me feel as if everything I have said to her doesn't mean shit.I tell her about how I'm just trying to talk to her but she just denies everything again and gets even more annoyingly aggresive. I could go on and on about all the negativity and bullshit that she has caused in my life. Of course she IS my mother and she has done good things too ... But I hate this as well because she just makes this out as if she has done me a great big FAVOUR . The way I see it is I'm her son and if she feels like she's done me a favour she should never have done anything at all. I could go on and on but this has gotten some things of my chest. The reality is I have realised that parents are people too. I pretty much grew up with a single mother which made her negative influence on my personality even stronger but as long as you keep your head about yourself and know what kind of person you want to be there is no need to feel hatred. I just know that I will probobly keep her distant from my life and especially my emotions in future. This sounds cold and it makes me sad as I write but I guess all we can do in life is play the cards we were dealt the best way we can.

I just want to vent. I can't tell my friends or family how much I hate my mother. She is and always has been an embarrassment. When I was young she stove me to school in a rusty old Pontiac that she loved. She would wear old cut up rock tshirts and not change for days. Now because she let all her teeth rot, she now no only looks like a monster she didn't get dentures and had a stroke so now she is disabled. (a clog from her rotting teeth gas her the stroke). I could never introduce her to any of my friends or family. She pretty much mooches off he ex boyfriend for rent and food cause she has no job and cant seem to get fed assistance. Also, I have never introduced her to any of my boyfriends over the past 10 years. I'm 30 now and want to start settling down but the thought of having her at my wedding or even meeting someone I want to marry makes me cringe. Today I was going to brave it and take her to a parade... I asked if she would be ready when I got there, you know shower, hair, clothes makeup.... She said she did all that yesterday.... Wow, hello, you need to do that stuff everyday!!! She doesn't shower sometimes for weeks, her exboyfriend is really kind to let her stay. I hate her and would never allow her to stay with me. If he kicks her out I don't know what she would do. Even worse I feel like if the stroke and cancer would just take her that I could feel like I wouldnt have to deal with her dumb ass any more. For that I feel horrible and then angry at her again for making mr feel like that about my own mother!! There for I hate her and wish she would either change or check out. :-(

Oh wow. I just read Luna's comment above. My story is the same exactly. I have low self esteem anxiety and anger management. My mom wasn't there for me either. I know and can relate to your experience 100%. And the maddening thing is that she tells me I need therapy. And she herself has been in therapy for 20 plus years. So she knew better. It's all so maddening. No on to own up and fix it. Damage is done and no one to trust. Sucks so badly.

I also want to add that I told her tonight how I started smoking today. All she said was "Oh I didn't know that". Shouldn't a mother care a little?

It's no wonder I befriend older women and they in time become like a mother to me. I am looking a loving mother that I cannot find. Maybe I should try to accept her the way she is. And expect that she will hurt me and not do a thing for me. That way I can spare the pain.

She also told me to grow up. Since I don't agree with her on men paying for things. I think she is wrong. I always pay my own way and always will.

I really despise my mom. But I so badly try to love and like her, however my feelings get hurt every time and I never learn.

She is bipolar/schizo-affective. I am 29. I walked in on her raping my little sister when I was 11. She had more episodes in the years to follow.

She is a very important big math professor and she would looove to tell you all about it. If you know what I mean.

I just am scared that I am becoming her. I don't want to be boastful and arrogant like her.

Tonight she hurt me by saying I should let my ex (the man who assaulted me and I am going to court over in three weeks) take care of my cats when I move to Korea. Wow. Then she looked at me and saw how hurt I looked and said "oh fine, why am I doing this. Ill take care of the cats". Thing is she doesnt believe me when I say I'm staying in Korea for good. She ALWAYS says she knows everything I am going to do before I do it.

She fell over tonight as well from being so drunk. And she also flipped off her boyfriend, who she is leaving since he won't marry her. Then she tells me how angry she is because he's not giving her all this money. I think it's all just shocking and digusting.

I'm a teacher like her. But I refuse to be like her in any way. I hope I am not. And I hope I can toughen up one day and not let her tear me apart anymore. I just have to tell myself that she is a loser and she does NOT know me and she is WRONG. Awful bitch.

I just submitted my own story. I sincerely believe I am evil for hating that woman so much. Its awaiting moderation right now, but if you happen to see it...

I hate my mum but live her so much at the same time... It cuts me up and I can't hurt her feelings, so I take it out on myself instead

How about my mother should've never gave birth to me or should I even call her my mother?? This is the perfect thing I done found so far. I am very proudly to say I truly from deep down in my heart hate me mother. With no regrets and I'm proud to freaking say this! My mom is the one that gets me down! i thought that parents are supposed to be there for you well pretty much the mother. When I say I hate her I hate her! She is the one who changes my attitude during the day. I love smiling and being nice because that's just me but we she ticks me off I'm a different person. She says stuff like "your stupid &amp; I can't wait until you leave" be me there is more and I will be happy when I leave too. I think being on my own is the perfect way for me. I mean I tried to get saved once , It didn't last a day well maybe a few hours. I just have a remark to everything! It's hard to sit and listen to the things she say because I'm a sensitive person and I will cry to myself when I say I hate her. I'm little and she always talk about me weight. It's so hard for me to deal with this. I hate meeting new people and going to the mall because I feel like people be pointing and talking about how skinny I am. But I wish to kill her one day I have it in me to do it! I just will make me so very happy! I HATE HER I'M JUST FED UP!!!!!! OMG i hate the B$#@&amp;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PSA - EVERYONE ON THIS WEBSITE: BE CAREFUL OF "BUDTHEWISE" - HE IS A FIRST CLASS CREEP, WOMAN ABUSER, RACIST AND IGNORAMUS ... AND PLEASE DO NOT LISTEN TO ANY OF HIS CRAPPY AND ABUSIVE ADVICE. PLEASE!!!

i think from reading this she did something recently that really set you over the edge..you are at the age where you need to move out..it wasn't until i moved out that i recently began to appreciate my parents for putting up with me and all the crap i did when i was younger...but they also had their flaws i had to deal with as well

I most definitely have "mommie issues" it's such a horrible internal conflict because I can't just abandon her the way she emotionally abandoned all of her children...I actually do feel sorry for her because my father had cancer and died and she had to work to keep the medical insurance and she's such a survivor so I do admire her but at the same time I feel she's so borderline for example, she self harms on an emotional level...never seeks therapy, doesn't really medicate and she's a workaholic...she's ALWAYS neglected her children leaving us to fend for ourselves or with a hired house help when we were younger...she didn't even give me my first bath when I was an infant! She got a tummy tuck and liposuction when she had her twin boys and overtly favored them b/c they were boys throughout our childhood...she was jealous of the close relationship my youngest sister had with my father...i've my other younger sister is codependent with my mom and I am the oldest sister and I just stay far away because like many of the posters here I get physically sick when I am around her...like my stomach aches, I get this surge of uncontrollable overwhelming emotions and general malaise...just her voice over the phone hurts my ears...how can I feel this way to toward the woman that bore where I incubated in her womb for 9 months making my existence even possible? I felt negative feelings toward my father too growing up and when he was diagnosed with cancer I didn't shed a tear until 3 years AFTER he was undergoing treatment and only 6 months BEFORE he passed did I make peace with him...i am a scorpio so i dont know if that has anything to do with my strong emotional feelings. But either way I feel at times like an orphan because I don't have parents really

hello everyone..........hey I love you all....
We all are kinda the same in here. I hate my mum . I have told her. but not so serious friends. its of course normal and god is never gonna ask why...
ITS JUST LIFE , I know its a little hard but be the man of your life.leave it all. I've not cried for it , it cant make me cry. I had a rough childhood , I suffered , fought, being lonely , avoiding gatherings , ...... and all. but one time when it was more than enough , I FELT LIKE hell its enough , shut it up ,life. a new turn in my life. a big change that I myself brought it , I didnt care of her anymore , if she was/is around. its even okay , from my childhood , I 've learned to not to expect love, I didnt.[ specially from your mother][ thank god every thing is ok now]. IT was agony earlier but not now. I am 19 and I am soon going away for my studies and Its like wow. she asked me if I ever call her when I am gone and I told her that IN HER DREAMS..
I hate her , but this hatred doesnt disturb me.
she is ok , I am ok . its all okay.
all I wanna say that ....
friends , DEARS , dont care of it. do not do things that make you feel like failure when you are middle aged.
LOVE YOURSELF , RESPECT YOURSELF.
even the stupidest, worst mother , there deep inside love their children.
have some sympathy on them and leave them away.
you HATE your mother cause you kinda loved her, thats true.
things I know that:
most mothers are so ignorant
they are older than us [not in age ,their thoughts and ideas]. they belong to the 20th century. but you are new, with new thoughts.

uh..
just forget them

I LOVE YOU ALL...
hope I could know you all personally.

HAVE FUN...

I hate mine she left me when I was 16yrs old with my grandmother to some us male to get citizenship. I told how my grandma box me in ma face and swell my eye and she called my grandma and ma grandma made up stories about how i cuss bad word at her and then my mother said i deserved it o and ma gma throw ajax's at me . What if was a knife was the closest thing she could find to throw at me would my mother say I still deserve it, I cant believe my mother took my grandmother's word over mine and when was here she used to always ask my gma y she trouble me so much. I HATE MY MOTHER FOR LEAVING ME AND NOT BELIEVING ME.

Can we change that?
shall I go to a doc. ?
I dont feel myself normal...

I am relieved that I am not the only person who hates their mother. I'm not sure I hate her but I really can't stand her. She was a single mom, well four times married, so I know work came first to support us and that she did well. Mothering and time were not easy for her to give. The day I graduated from high school I moved out but not by choice but because of her lifestyle, boozing and men. Since I was on my own I only made through a semester and half of college before I had to quit because I had no money. She nor my dad tried to help. Our relationships slowly disintegrated until we just didn't have anything to do with one another. When I got into my late 30's, we started talking again and she asked me to come work with her. She was so busy and successful and needed someone to be her partner. It sounded way better then what I was doing and she painted a grand picture of how it would be. I knew other mother/daughter teams that were successful and so I jumped in. I've been drowning ever since while she is still a huge success. She never did partner with me or take me under her wing. I've had to scrape and claw to survive in this business. I am now becoming successful but with no help from her. I think it would be good if I just stayed away from her. Life would be much less dramatic. I hope that my daughter does not grow up to feel this way about me. That would just suck.

I hate my mam too. She comes from a family of in-breeds & has always put them b4 me! We have never got on because every argument or dissagreement I have with her family she takes their side & turns on me. Her sister actually stole money from me & my mam just shrugged her shoulders!! It used to upset me that my own mother put others 1st but iv resigned myself to the fact now that in her eyes I am 2nd best so don't bother with her anymore. I have cut her & 'The Addams Family' completely out of my life & wish them all a slow & very painfull end!!!

This kinda reminds me of me. My mother raised 3 of us brothers without my father around. We lost our father many years ago to some ailment.

She brought us up without no friend or relative of her helping her. Now that I am a parent of 4 month old baby, I can only imagine what she must have gone through without anybody's help.

With all the respect, gratitude and admiration that I have for her, recently I have been turning very irritated with anything that she does.

She seems to have lost her mental balance and most times she does things that completely embarrasses the whole family including my wife.

She lives across a street where I live and she usually visits us daily for all her needs. While I am completely aware that what I am feeling isn't right, I also believe that am not reacting without a reason.

I am so confused, I cannot even begin to describe the nature of the problem

I hate my mother. I need to vent. she is an irrational, lying, annoying, lazy person. She gets defensive about EVERYTHING. She has the ability to manipulate ANY conversation into an argument and she some how victimizes herself when i try to be rational and talk with common sense. Asking simple questions sets her off. When asked why she is so mad, she just gets more angry. So, I never know what will set her off. Everything sets her off. She tries to insult and deflect from her own mistakes.
For example, i have offered to buy her a dishwasher to help her out. She's told me she doesn't want one. Today she bought a bunch of foam plates. I asked her why she bought them and BOOM it's argument city. She said she's tired of washing dishes. I said well, okay but how about buy paper plates, they're better for the environment?" Then i said, "are you going to get rid of your regular plates?" (I was going to offer to help her clean up and donate them). Her response was to yell at the top of her lungs "whaaaaaatttt the fuck do you want?" I just said "Jesus christ" and went about my task. A few minutes later, (we're still in the kitchen), and she is throwing away plastic bags when she KNOWS I recycle them. I stop her and get them from her hands and said "I'll take them." BOOM she blows up again. WTF. It is almost laughable if it weren't my real life. She said "ever since you got in the door you've done nothing but ask questions and bother me". (I had just got home from 12 hours at work). My response, because I had just had it with her bullshit from days leading up to this moment, was "and all you ever do is bitch bitch bitch". She responds and said, "well you're running YOUR mouth now. No wonder you dont have a boyfriend." I laughed and brought up her relationship with this guy. (He takes care of her but they dont love each other, just old people who are friends and dont want to be alone). Then i said "i dont even know why you bring it up, you know i don't care about a boyfriend." She tried to make me feel like shit and it didn't work. she shut her damn mouth after that.
It is so much more peaceful when she shuts her mouth. Seriously, her voice is not even pleasant. She is deaf and has the loudest voice. She claims she cannot help how loud she is, but I have witnessed her whispering in libraries and places where you need to keep quiet. What she cannot help is her temper. She lets everything set her off and has absolutely no self control.
I have pointed this out to her, that she is a slave to her emotions. she doesn't get it. She actually claims her anger makes her better and that it doesn't matter if she's angry. I've told her it matters because she's bitter and if impacts people around her, like me. she doesn't care one bit. I have told her she will die a bitter old woman. I have asked her to get therapy and she refuses.
She has even gotten physical with me because she gets so angry and goes nuts. She hit me on Thanksgiving day just 3 years ago, all because i asked her what she was doing that day and asked if she was upset (because she was acting angry). She never apologized. She choked me and tried to kill me when I was 15. I literally saw rage in her eyes. She wanted me dead. Psycho bitch! It was the one time we were court ordered to therapy. We went the minimum times and the therapist said she needs to continue but she refused. Is she emotionally stunted?
I cook every meal for her and she could at least clean the house but, no, she just sits on her ass and watches TV all day. The house is so dirty it makes me cough. So,i end up using what little free time i have to clean the whole house so it doesn't stink. It's embarrassing to have company over. Of course, when we DO have company she is a sweet little lady. Two faced bitch!
She is so unstable that she'll scare the animals in the house. They literally run and hide. I try to comfort them but it doesn't work because she wont shut the hell up with her yelling and screaming. I am only here due to financial set backs but as soon as i can afford to and i find a proper place, I'm getting the hell outta here. For now i try rto stay in my room as much as possible. I feel sorry for the animals who would still live with her. Maybe i will take them with me.
She has threatened me with saying "one day I'll be dead". I've actually responded two ways "well, i could die too, so you will regret what you have done to me" or "why dont you do it? You are so incredibly miserable, why do you keep living?" She actually responded that she likes to bitch. Idk if it was a joke or what but there are many days i wish she were not a part of my life.
I have left out a lot, but to sum it up, she blows up, can get violent, she manipulates, she never apologizes for her mistakes, sometimes she denies having done anything wrong at all. She lies about events (gaslights). she tries to insult and push buttons, she is condescending, she is loud and obnoxious, she is lazy, she throws actual temper tantrums (laying on the floor stomping her feet), she is irrational, etc. I'm so sick of her.

Personally, I despise my grandmother lmfao

I’m sure you won’t see this because you posted quite a long time ago however, I find this to be completely normal and given my circumstances I can say that I honestly feel the same way whenever I was younger I didn’t have a very good relationship with my mother she borderline abused me and made me feel like I wasn’t important and that my opinions didn’t matter so now I have this anger towards her that is more than just a broken relationship is the feeling of the fact that she annoys me to no end Like you were saying as well as the way that she breeze especially choose her food whenever I hear her chewing her food I literally wanna rip my fucking hair out but I don’t know it’s just me and whenever I tell her she’s annoying me she gets all offended so I mean I can’t blame her on that but it makes it really hard sometimes anyways she still continues to say things that I wish you wouldn’t but I guess it’s just part of life and I’ve learned to ignore her even though I have no respect for her as a human being.

i love my mom. after seeing this thread, I think I am one of the lucky ones lol. parents are just people, and I have been blessed with good parent-people on both side.
maybe it is normal to hate a member of your family, in general. my grampa has said some mean things about me, but old people are old-fashioned and funny in their own ways. I kinda hate my younger brother, but I also kinda love him. I think love-hate relationships should be pretty common in family contexts. like, can't live with them.. can't without. you wouldn't be the same person without them, you understand?.. even if they have treated you wrong, and you really dislike that person, at the end of the day you are still family, and chances are you have shaped them about as much as they have shaped you
basically, if you hate eachother you are both to blame. if you cannot be honest, and connect properly, and your relationship is toxic, that is the fault of both of you. that's just life, and it might be the adult and wise thing to walk away

My mother was a cruel woman. I hate mine too.

THIS IS NOT OK. YOU MUST ALWAYS LOVE UR MOM

I'm sorry it's such a short reply.

I don't think it's normal to hate your mother - at least I hope so. What is normal after all? That's a matter of statistics, mostly.

But I would say it's perfectly normal under the circumstances you are describing.

While I don't literally hate my mother, I also still feel a lot of resentment towards her due to how her way of parenting has effected me growing up. I know she means well and has only ever done what she believes is the right thing to do but I cannot stand being around her, which makes life very difficult when I'm still living under her roof. Whenever I complain about her, I often get told that I should be grateful to have a mother who cares about me but the fact that she cares so much is the main problem I have with her. She is the kind of person who worries a lot and will project her own fears and insecurities onto me, which has caused me to fall behind in life compared to where others my age are by now. She is also a hypochondriac who constantly assumes people have disabilities simply based on certain behaviours which are probably normal in reality. Her obsession with labels such as autism has ruined my life, as she got me officially diagnosed with Asperger Syndrome by a doctor at the age of 5, meaning that the chance to live a normal life was taken away before it even began. She thinks all this help is what was best for me but I couldn't disagree more, as I was left isolated from others because she always made sure to let everyone know I was different and that I apparently needed special treatment. She even sent me to a special needs school during my secondary years and had me convinced that it was the best thing for me, while looking back I realise how much it has held me back during the years I should have been growing as a person and developing a real social life. She has always been too protective instead of simply allowing me to learn from experience alongside everyone else and for that I will never forgive her.

i'm trying not to hate my mom and its making me guilty.she's now trying to make others hate me, but it won't matter, because it won't make me close to her.

I am 27 years old, female. I've hated my mother since I was about 10. I remember clearly the moment it really happened. I was in the hall at school saying goodbye to my mom on the first day of school (I think). she tried to hug me and this powerful beyond feeling of embarrassment came over me and I pushed her away. I had just started to become aware of how socially awkward and shitty of a mom she was around that time, and when she went for a hug I couldn't bare it.
I've always compared her to my friends moms. I grew up where all my friends moms were superstars- powerful, busy, creative, and outspoken. what always angered me is how shy, boring, stupid my mom is.
we have been non stop arguing since I was about 13. I've slapped her. I've thrown things at her, even just this year. I wish her death all the time and the idea of touching even just her arm makes me sick.
when she coughs I tense up.
I have lived away from her for years. she came to visit me twice in one year. the first time we fought over something political. I made her leave my house. the second time she told me to get out of her hotel room and I spent the night wandering around trying to find a hotel room that wasn't insanely expensive because we were in a expensive city.
the grossest thing is, she plays up her relationship with me as GOOD and plays up herself as being she kind of super mom, even though she has been failing as a mother to me and my brothers the entire time. she made a fb post about me the day after she kicked me out of her hotel room that was like "my beautiful daughter I got to visit her on her birthday and we had such a wonderful time". even though we had the worst time.
she is losing her mind. she spends all her days in front of Facebook and does nothing productive. she spends her money carelessly and she always seems to make things difficult. EVERYTHING. and she is always on her cell phone. no matter what. once we sat down to watch a movie together and she was taking selfies for the duration of the entire film. I cannot talk to her about anything and have never been able to. she either literally says nothing or gets defensive about the opposite of what I am talking about. she constantly feels like she has to defend herself. she can never agree with me on ANYTHING. I cannot tell you how many times we have fought over something dumb, not even because I care that much about the topic, but because my own mother refuses to understand or see my point of view.
I wish she would die already so I don't have to feel guilty when I'm in my 40s or 50s and she is suffering from some disease and I'm going to be responsible for taking care of her. it scares the SHIT out of me. I literally would not have an ounce of sadness if she died now and I think about killing her often, for years.

I and my mom fucked! It settled everything between us! Now we r happy living mom son couple!

Seth and Aiden, I hope one day you stumble upon this and read it, and realize that what you are going through is not your fault. You were always both good kids, and you are both growing into strong and intelligent young men with good hearts,and I am very proud of you. Your sister Haley misses you both very much, and she hopes very much that she can be reunited with you one day.
As for me, I am broken. I can’t fight anymore. Every day my heart and mind is consumed by my grief and longing for our relationship to be restored, but after five years, I can’t go on like this. I have to put it away and focus on other things. Should you ever decide to look me up, I will be in Orlando, like always, and not hard to find. My door and my heart will always be open to both of you. Please believe that I don’t blame you for any of this, and I’m so sorry for what you’ve had to go through. I am also sorry for the mistakes I have made along the way, and I hope you can forgive me for them.
Remember to be kind and forgiving to each other. The turmoil and strife between you two is not because of who you are, but because you have been played against each other. Don’t let the fact that you were treated differently drive a wedge between you. You are brothers, no matter what. I love you both, yesterday, today, and always.
Walter Singleton, Dad

Thank you so much for this thread!!! I am totally in the same shit stain situation as you. My mom is just a total bitch and I hate her with every last fiber of my being. I am in this weird situation as a 17 year old where my mom is the biggest asshole in my life, but her parents (my Nanny and pappy) are some of the two best people in my life who I adore greatly. It makes me wonder how great parents could birth such a wicked and disgusting cunt of a person_aka:my mother. She has a major attitude problem and very overtly makes a big deal over nothing and pretends to be the victim all of the time; when my room isn't clean "why am I the only one in this house who ever does anything!", when I don't have an object on me that she wants, ie lip balm "you're useless.", when I bring a friend over "why do I always have to pick up after your stupid friends.". The list goes on, but one thing I want to emphasize with my mother is that she is tearing my father apart. See my situation is this, my wonderful Nanny and pappy live in a different province than my own-same with the rest of my family, and my dad (who is good btw) always has to deal with my mom's bullshit, when she is not displacing it on me. And I'm starting to notice the stress and distress this is inflicting on my father, he is a wonderful guy and does not deserve this. I can't retreat to my Nanny and pappy (or any other family member for that matter) 'cause they live out of reach. I have also talked to my guidance councler (and btw he is a real piece of shit even beyond this situation) about the suffering I go through in my house, but he doesn't seem to give a rat's ass only because it is "unconventional abuse" and therefore not important. She has never laid a hand on me but she tells me at least once a week that she was going to abort me if my father advised otherwise. Sometimes I wish the worse thing she would do to me is hit me because I feel like that would hurt far less than the verbal abuse I go through daily. I have adhd and maybe chronic depression, and I take pills for my adhd to keep my honors in school, because without them I can't concentrate, but there are times when I find my pills in the garbage, all crushed up and unusable, and my dad would tell me that my mom was the one to do that. They aare wxpwnsive pills and my familly isnt exactly middle class, we are slightly below middle class, so Icant expects my dad to keep replacing them, so there are times when I'm at school without my meds and completely wired, and get in trouble and lose the respect of my teachers who I try very hard to keep a good reputation with. Not that this is beyond her standards of bithiness but for some reason she has never told me that she is ashamed of having a son with a mental disorder, but I have on more than one occasion eavesdrop on my mom talking on the phone with one of her friends, and hearing her say "Fuck me! I am the most unlucky women around to birth a child with a fucking handicap mental illness.". These comments really hurt me sometimes, but I mostly keep my sanity through my studies and friends, and also my dad. I also have a sister, well technically a half sister who fucking lives in a different province as well, which basically means I am person with a sibling who has lived as an only huld my entire life. She is five years older than me and shares the same about my mom, I love her so much and I hate the idea that the only reason I can't see her daily is because my mom made the choice to move provinces.
That is my story with my mom, I know that it is really not that bad compared to many people on in this thread, but I need to vent my thoughts and concerns and would really love to hear others similar stories. Thank you

Have you ever heard of African/Somali mothers? The literal WORST. My mother used to beat me with a spoon when I was little, though she eventually stopped after I turned 13. I was a always frightened of provoking her wrath, and so often stayed away from her and stayed quiet. I often turned to drawing, reading and writing for comfort, and sometimes spent hours upstairs, which she was also mad about. What was even worse was that I had a teacher at my school who was in her 60s. Like my mother, she'd often grab me roughly and occasionally slap me, even with other kids watching. I'd be punished for the slightest misdemenour, often harshly. One time, she dragged me roughly towards her and whispered in my ear 'stop farting in class, it makes the other kids sick and it's disgusting.' To this day I don't even know how she thought it was me when there were literally 30 ppl in the class. Thank god she left. Anyway, nowadays I have mixed feelings about my mother. Although I like her at times, she can be awful mean and we could get into spiteful arguments, not making my bro do any chores and yelling at my sister and me. I can't wait to leave for uni in two years time.

Peace.

I have had a great mom. My mom cooks sometimes, she's was member of my middle and high school parent-teacher-student-association and always encouraged me to do my best. I'm not some stupid kids with no aspirations for my life, I don't do drugs, I follow most rules set. BUT GUESS WHAT? I hate her, i hate my mother with all my guts. I didn't know such level of hate could exist until her. It wasn't always that I've hated her because I remember from my early childhood that I loved her a lot but I don't know what changed. My mother for god knows what reason feels the need to control EVERY ASPECT OF MY LIFE. I don't know what to do anymore, am I a bad son? Is it really me who's insane and she's right? I'll never know. I got a girlfriend when I was 17, we've been together for almost a year now. My problems with my mother, however, started long before i met my girlfriend. Now what pisses me off even more is that my mom will blame everything on my girlfriend while saying "But I'm not blaming or pointing fingers at her". "You could've done better if your mind wasn't always focused on her" or "maybe if you payed more attention there and less attention on her". I think it comes down to jealousy but i still hate my mother. I hate to admit but I feel that if she was on the street with a bus coming straight at her, I wouldn't warn her. I really wish I knew where my hatred for my mother comes from, so does she because I know she has to question where it all went wrong every night..... God please guide me because I don't know what I'll do, Im only 18. How am I gonna deal with this for the rest of my life???? Please I need help, anything you guys have seen that helps or strategies to put up with this?

my mother have never loved me, i know, she have never hugged me or talked to my like if cares abt me at all, when i was 15 i worked full time job, everything to feed us all bc she had no job, even tought it was all my money she used it to go to her tournament sports, when we even barely had money to eat, she didnt wanted to keep looking for a job bc she totally relied on me and my sister. i started working at 14 and she started taking all my money, again, when i was 15 she keeped speeding all her 15 y/o daugther money, she taked my money and leaved for at least 6-7 days every 2 weeks or a month. she leaved me and my sister alone, w the money, the thing is that, for starving so much, i ended developing a horrible sickness on my stomach, to the point i couldnt move from bed. it was horrible pain every day every second, intese pain, all because my own mother let me without money and abandoned me, her own daughter.
after some months she kinda started helping me w my sickness but in a few time she got tired and abandoned me again, i was suffering every day, and all i knew was that my mother had abandoned me and didnt cared if i couldnt move from bed, that was the moment i realized my mother truly dont love me, she have never had. She had me at a young age, she dindt wanted to have me, i ruined her life and im a mistake on her life. how can i blame her for hating me?

but it wasnt only that. for all the time i was sick, she didnt wanted to take me to the doctor, bc it was a pain for her, and she prefered to be with her bf w the sports thing. i had to literally beg her to take me to the doctor, i had to beg her, like a dog, like a worthless dirty trash, please, mother, im in pain, im suffering please take me to the doctor please

all that for an entire year, after a year i was finally able to leave the bed, i got better. she sometimes did things like cooking for all her friends and her, and never leave food for me, she said things like "why didnt you were faster? what a pain for gods sake who can stand you" i cried bc of the pain and that just maked her more angrier at me. she also was still stealing all my money.
its been some years and i got another sickness, were i cant really use my legs and she still dont care abt me, she just pretend in front of people she is a good mother, i think she even fool herself thinking "she do loves me" shes a monster, a monster who ruined my life, she ruined my life i hate her with all my soul i hate her i hater her shes a monster i cant stand her being close to me.
im going to turn 18 in some months and ill finally be able to go to the doctor. my health has gotten worse bc she dont want to take me to the doctor even tought i can barely walk... its all her fault, ill probably die and its all her fault, she literally ruined my life. she also is always talking to me abt her sexual realtionships, it disturbs me, i hate it, i hate her, i hate her shes the worse piece of shit i could ever had as a mother, she have not a single feeling of love for me, shes the monster who ruined my life and ill never forgive her even after dying

My mom is a cruel, self-centered, entitled cunt. I hate her. When she dies, I wouldnt shed a tear. I just want the money my dad left - because money or not, I love my dad to pieces.

I hate me mum but I can't stay too much without her because it makes me feel bad for her being lonely. I remember growing up the only thing I wanted to do was travel and she tried to stop me in any way possible everytime I was close to leaving the house. Since I was a child she tried to make me do whatever she wanted never considering what I liked or wanted to do, never gave a fuck about my opinions. She and me sister were always right and I was just a stupid boy. When I turned 18 I left the house, I felt like I was gonna leave or kill myself because of her. When I told her "I'll leave this week, can't change me mind anymore I paid for everything a car will come for me in 3 days and take me to England" she said "Good then! Fuck off my house I always did what I wanted anyway (I never did actually)". So I left and came back home 2 years later cause she would keep threatening that she is dick and she will die if I don't come home. Now I came home and we're exactly in the same spot, I changed a lot during me trip through Europe and she didn't change at all, still trying to push me to do what she wants. Still telling me her dumb fucking ideas worth nothing. She is a failure, she's been a failure her whole life working shit jobs and never been able to provide anything. I'm making money, getting successful, making a career, I have a very good job and lots of friends but to her I'm still a stupid looser who should listen to her advice because whatever opinions I have they are stupid and worthless

I am glad i found this web, i also hate my mother, she lets my big sis hangs out with her friends and wont let me hangout with mine, she wont ever listen to me, she always changes the topic about everything, everytime i ask for something a story will come out, when my mom got a message from my school about a camp for armys my mom said "Go to your school and get the registration paper i want to put you in the camp" at first i became happy that i will go out for 1 month and only come back on my day off but that went by so fast when on the graduation i cried and she was like " Are you stupid crying in front of the people" and my best friend was next to me and she said "She is crazy she always crys" I CRY BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK HOME but she nerves understand on the last week when i went to go for practice shooting a gun i lost my hearing sense on my left ear, and when i went to the hospital they examine my hearing sense it was negative so after the hospital my mom said "You know why you lost your hearing sense because you always put earphones on and loud and sleeping with the earphones on" I USE EARPHONES SO I DONT HAVE TO LISTEN TO ANYONE + MY LEFT SIDE(EARPHONES) IS NOT WORKING SO HOW DID IT EVEN DAMAGE MY EARDRUMS, YOU WERE NOT THERE WITH ME SO HOW COULD YOU KNOW EVERYTHING,
Today 2 Augest 2017:
i wanted to go to my friends house so i texted her,
Me: Can i go to (name)'s house because she invited me?
(She didnt even invited me i just lied so i can go)
Mom: No you have to clean your room first
i was like wtf its already clean its just my cloths on the floor so i can send it for washing because those were the cloth i use in the camp and if i wash it it wont dry
Me: Ok can i go?
Mom: Clean do you understand
NO I DONT UNDERSTAND WHAT ARE YOU SAYING WHEN I SAY ITS ALREADY CLEAN SHE FINDS SOME STUFF TO MAKE ME CLEAN AGAIN
I HATE MY LIFE , I HATE MY MOM
But there are some people i like:
My big sis
My lil sis
My lil bro
My big bro
my best friend (T)
My crush that i always talk to and never confess to her (A.H)
(btw im a girl soooo yeaaa....)
My classmates
My 'sister' (from the camp, they said all of us there are sisters, because when someone faints we all help her, we help each others)
Oh i forgot that 1 time when i went to my friends house to study (she is like 2 blocks away) she was like come back home i want to 'talk' to you so i just pretend that i didnt get the message because she told me to get good grades so i did but not actually good so when my lil sis came to pick me up i went in the house and ignored my mom and just went in the room, she came in and just shouted at me, kick me, hits me with a stick and it hit my nose so hard that i started bleeding and my mom said "Good when it bleeds thats what you deserve" then my big sis came and helped me , at that time i started to hate her forever i tried my best to try go go somewhere so i can not deal with her but she doesnt let me so i tried to suicide myself by cutting my hand but i didnt use a knife or anything i use a key and it did cut so i just left 1 scar there than the next day i was getting ready for school, (yes it was around school time) i was happy that i get to go school so that i dont have to see my mother for 7 hours or more i joined after classes so i get more time the next year, when i was 8th grade,(now im 9) i met my crush ever since i started jumping on her bug and giving her back hugs i started to like her, no not like love her, that time when i had a tournament on the same day i was giving her a back hugs because i was bored and just see her cutting some papers, so i just giggled and she said "Why are you laughing?" i said "Nothing" then when she went i went with her out because she was holding my hands OMG then when we went back to the room i was doing something i dont remember but who cares SHE HUGGED ME FROM THE BACK so i stared to get this feelings in my belly thats when i knew i had feelings for her but i thinks she know or maybe not i want to complete this story but im to lazy to write so yea
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I am a 41 year old man who is coming to terms with the fact that I hate my mother, and as a result of that dysfunctional and broken relationship, I also hate my older brother now too, who is my only sibling. Reading through many of the comments here, I see bits and pieces of my personal relationship with my mother in many of them. This statement especially rang true for me in how I relate to her lately: "It's a torturous trap to feel both hatred and pity for someone.".

When I was 3, my Dad committed suicide, and so my older brother and I were raised by our single Mom. No doubt that suicide left her with significant mental and emotional scars. I'd say we got along well, and I felt loved by her, up to the age of 12 or so. At that point in my life, I became more and more aware of how much different my Mom was, mentally and emotionally, from the parents of all of my classmates and the more I began to have to deal with those differences, the worse my relationship with my mother got.

I didn't have the vocabulary to describe our relationship back then, but today I can easily say that I was "emotionally abused" by my Mom growing up. As long as I was doing exactly what she wanted: hanging around her house, obeying her rules, etc. everything would be OK. But as I grew into a normal teenager, seeking to test my boundaries and to develop my independence, the "craziness" of how she "loved" me really came out of her in full force. An over simplification of her parenting style would be to say that she was "over-protective" and that's often how I thought of her as we got into our more and more frequent fights throughout my teenage and young adult years. In fact, I can even start to justify her emotional abuse of me, and feel pity for her, by saying that she was just trying to protect me so that she didn't lose me like she lost my Dad, but it doesn't make any of her behavior towards me healthy.

I remember bits and pieces of my teenage years, but I've blocked much of it out, I'm pretty sure. I never had many friends growing up. I'd occasionally be invited to normal social stuff, but my Mom would rarely give me permission to attend any event where she was afraid I might get hurt, which was pretty much everything, so I learned to just not have many friends, and not ask for many outings, to avoid the fights with my Mom when she told me "no", or the embarrassment of her behavior of being so over-protective / controlling towards me, and so eventually I just stopped getting any such social invites. I distinctly recall one camping trip when I was in Boy Scouts where my brother and my Mom drove for two or three hours, following the camp bus to the camp site, so they could "see me off". I was the only such camper to experience that...

I distinctly recall a huge fight in my later teen years where I was asking to go out to some party, or something, with one of the very few friends I had, where my Mom was literally standing in front of our front door blocking me from leaving, and when I tried to force my way past her she got in her car saying that she was going to drive off of a cliff since I wouldn't obey her so she'd be better off dead. Then I was the one standing behind her car who was blocking her from leaving. I never did leave the house that evening. That memory is from a period of my later childhood where I feel like I have probably blocked out a bunch of other stuff as my way of dealing with her "crazy".

I lived home for the first few years of university, and by then I think I had a bunch of personal coping methods of dealing with my mother's attempts to exert her unhealthy control over me, a combination of: lying to her, using my anger to get her to back off when I needed more space, or just putting on a pair of headphones to listen to loud music when I needed to block her out but I didn't have anywhere else to go outside of her house. I didn't really have many friends in university either, as I think my general social skills have lagged significantly behind my peers due to their overall lack of use when I was growing up. I recall another fight with my mother when I was still living home in my early twenties as a university student. I'm not even sure what it was about anymore, but it resulted in her pulling my modest collection of porn magazines / books out of my dresser drawer, in my bedroom, and then shredding it to pieces in her hands. So yeah, she doesn't exactly respect personal space very well.

Anyway, I DID move away from home as my escape from that crazy, and I spent from my mid twenties through to my late thirties living as far away from my mother as I possibly could. I limited our phone calls to what I could tolerate, as even a brief phone call with her could quickly escalate into her trying to force her personal opinions into my personal decisions, often by being emotionally manipulative, in her misguided effort to look out for me. I.E. She'd use statements like: "but if you loved me you would" to manipulate me into accepting her opinions on decisions in my life that were mine alone to make. That's NOT being a "loving" mother, that's being a "controlling" mother.

Within the past year or two I made the HUGE mistake of giving into my financial pressures by accepting her invitation for myself and my wife to move back in with her. Now I'm right back to my learned coping behavior of becoming that angry young adult in how I react to just about anything my mother says to me or to my wife. My 55 year old brother has spent his entire life living with our mother, and obeying everything she says. My mother feels like their relationship is perfect, and exactly how she wishes our relationship was. My mother has plenty to say about how my wife isn't treating me right and, of course, all of those words of hers result in massive fights between all of us. I take my wife's side in an argument over my mother's side, every single time, which anyone in a long term relationship would be wise to do. ;)

I do still feel some pity for my Mom, but I've buried it in a whole lot of HATE, and that hate has now spilled over into how I feel about my brother too. He has recently been saying that he wants to kick me and my wife out of "his house", since we're upsetting his "precious mother". Our recent arguments have not been fun for me at all, so I Googled this site, since I honestly don't have any friends who I can vent to over this stuff, other than my wife.

I'm also at a point now where I've decided to stop communicating with my mother and my brother altogether, which I realize is probably just as immature and unhealthy as my "angry young adult defense" but I need to do something to protect myself right now. I'm getting quite depressed about my living situation, and so I feel like I need some kind of defensive strategy to lower the tension levels in the short term, while I work on a longer term solution. I'm also seriously considering cutting my mother and my brother out of my life completely, once I figure out how me and my wife can afford to move out of their home.

Anyway, I'm loving this site as it's so much cheaper than seeing an actual counselor at $100+ an hour! :)

I dont neccessarily hate my mother, but I do feel an intense angerment and resentment towards her. When I was 3, her and my dad split up. Six months after that, she got married. Almost a year ago, she divorced the guy after about 10 years of marriage. And what maddens me, is that she tried more in that marriage than in the marriage she had with my dad. I live alone with just my mother, and it is incredibly depressing, I feel so alone all the time and talking to her is useless because she claims I'm being too dramatic and whatnot. I hate how everyone says that we look exactly alike, because we absolutely do not! We just share the same hair color, eye color, and skin color. But the facial features are more of a mixture. I also dislike going out with her, because she dresses in a way that is incredibly uncomfortable to me. I know that people should be able to dress how they want and not get judged, but I can't help it, she's my mom and the looks she gets are disgusting and I think she likes it and it makes me sick. She knows that she dresses inappropriately, but she doesnt care at all! She currently has a new boyfriend, which took her like two days to get after the divorce of my step dad. I am so incredibly uncomfortable with the whole situation and I hate what she's put me through. Luckily, in three years, I'll be able to graduate and leave that house for good. I know this isn't nearly as bad as most of the people on here and I hope that those who suffer due to their parents, can recover and forget about them and live their life.

This comment articulates my feelings 100% right now.

I need to study for an exam and all I can think about is how angry I am with my mother. So angry. I know life is not meant to be perfect, but I cannot help but feel so angry with her. She's so immature and controlling. I realize this stems from all kinds of emotional lacks and needs on her part, but it really is terrible to have such an immature and controlling mother. Always telling me what to do. She has many moments of kindness, but I feel like she's trying to control me with it sometimes. It's too much. It's too much. It's too much I'm so angry about this. So so angry. My whole life I've tried to accept this, but I somehow cannot.

Perhaps it is selfish of me to wish for improvement on her part. I spend 80% of my waking hours trying to make my life better and improve my life - and it's upsetting that I have a mother who does not even remotely try to improve herself or try grow up. Ughhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I won't go into detail about what my mom did or didn't do to me. In the end, it's enough to understand that what she did made me think that I was a failure at life and unworthy of love for a long, long time. Every parent messes up their kids, right? But the "good enough" ones also manage to let their kids know that they are 1) loved and 2) enough...enough for whatever, enough to go forward in the world and be ok and do good. Those of us who are posting here had parents who, at the least, failed in this crucial task of parenthood.

In my better moments I try to decide on my actions based on what will reduce suffering in the world (including mine...I count!). So now I'm taking unpaid time off of a job I love to care for my mother as she finishes dying from cancer. We had been communicating occasionally for about a year after a 5 year estrangement...which she decided on...and I was just getting able to talk to her with minimal resentment, keeping myself guarded enough to feel safe while giving her enough that she was getting something out of talking to me.

When I first saw her after she started going downhill, I was able to be really kind. She was so diminished that I went into helper mode. But now we've gotten to the point that she wants me not just near but in the room with her as much as possible, and it's getting harder. I just don't want to be open and vulnerable and real with this woman who has caused so much pain and made my life so much harder and, just, less than it could've been. I want to be kind, but on my terms, which I'm starting to think might not be kind enough.

Wish me strength and wisdom. And I wish all of you every good thing than life can bring, and healing from your wounds.

And sorry for that long thread guys, i have never spoken to anyone about this, its my first time and I didn't realise how much was bottled within.

Today is a weekend here, so i woke up late, my sister's going out for a "don't ruin my trip" movie with my mother, as she's flying off for two months.

Hiee everyone, I'm the elder child of a mother who doesn't exactly remember that we're her daughters not her husbands "other women" for her to constantly compete with.
We lost our father when my sister was 26 days and i was 6 yrs. ever since my mother forgot that i was still a child.
I used to take tuitions with her, i was a mind my own business minda kid at school.i aways thought I'm a nerd thats why I don't have friends, but now i realise, I'm not. I have difficulties interacting with people. I'd prefer sitting in a corner or being invisible completely.
Even while I'm writing this I'm worried about being judged.
My mother was my best friend untill she started going behind my back and hooking up with guys, calling them home and sending me out. My poor grand mother thought she was finding a father for us.iactually walked in on her once while she was with a guy, and they were so engrossed they didn't even realise i was standing at the door, i just shut the door loudly and ran away.i felt like she'd betrayed me, betrayed dad.i held a grudge against her for quite a long time, untill recently. I'm an adult now so i understand that she was free to do whatever she liked she wasn't bound to us or dad.
But that incident changed everything. I never treated her the same. She sensed it and made me confess what had happened and told me she was gonna marry that guy, but she didn't. Then there was another guy, then another and so on.
And the gap in our relationship just kept widening.she'd started hitting me now. Although I'd understood that she needed a partner and was very supportive. Eventually she did get married to a man, he was a cop. And she went off with my younger sister to his city leaving me behind with my granny here, in the name of my education. I felt abandonned, and that's scarred me for life coz now I'm this extremely worried person who has abnadonment issues bigger than herself. I tend to overthink and overdo stuff around ppl who're close.
So anyway, after that whats worse is she sent his son, my step brother here, for his higher education. Earlier he was very dear to me, coz i felt he too was sent away and we were in the same boat, and i was also very protective of him coz my relatives weren't so good to us in the past and I didn't want anybody hurting him coz he'd also lost his mother and had come to stay in someone else's house.
But that dog used me however he wished. I couldn't understand what wrong I'd done to him to deserve this but I wouldn't dare tell anyone coz that'd break my mothers family apart. And she would curse me for it.this went on for about 2 yrs.i ruined my boards.i was 14. When i went to college, i tried to keep away from the house as much as possible but my mother had come down now because of my bad grades and wouldn't understand what i was running away from.
I got a guy in clg around this time, and i never told him anything out f fear he'd tell my mom. He was good to me initially, but when I didn't give into his demands he started screwing me up. Calling me names, saying stuff like u deserve not having a father etc. I had lost whatever lil world i had outside home and at home, my step fathers visit had become often and my step sister had come too. She suspected something wrong between me and her brother and she kind of blamed me for it, never said it straight but she'd always be rude to me around him in a way that told me she held me responsible. Which scared me more because not only would this break the family, now i was made the accussed instead of the victim.
My mother was totally ignorant of all that was happening, instead kept beating me, making my step father beat me for not being in the house for not doing chores for not studying as hard for her having to come here because other relatives had started talking about her abandonning me and my grades suffering. I was a bright girl, brightest in my family and nobody could understand why i was suddenly on the downfall.
I didn't score very well in my 12th grade either. Resulted into not being allowed to fill applications for the course i was raised with the idea of.
But i had become very strong headed and stubborn by now. I knew nobody cared, nobody understood so only i could help myself.
I fought against all odds and did a course my family couldn't afford, because of which i had to pay more than half of the fee by begging from friends, professors, working in holidays.
All in all i sufffered quite a lot but i came out strong, and I'm proud of myself for that.
But what I didn't know was how much this suffering would take from me. I'm not normal. I can't express how i feel. I've been in a relationship for five years now, but I still am always trying to be whatever he wants, always worried he'd leave me, never truly myself, am worried he wouldn't like what i truly am.
I haven't told him about that brother.
Athough there was something else that was happening parallely. Whilst i was here being abused by that brother, his father was abusing my lil sister in his house. I still have difficulties accepting this coz this man was above 55 and my lil baby was hardly 10.
Just like me she never told anyone because she thought she'd break the families apart.
i fail to understand,how my mother could've been so negligent. He used to get up in the middle of the night, pick her up from my mothers side, covering her mouth and take her to another room. How can one possibly not know. Sometimes i feel she knew just didn't bother to do anything about it but that scares me more.
My sister did tell me though one day, when i told her about what had happened with me and about this time i was halfway through my course.
The day i found out i decided to get away from this family, i couldnt tolerate it happening to my lil sister.
My step sister was married for a year now and had committed suicide om account of her in laws ill treatment. We weren't told about this as my mother was considered to have a big loud mouth and nobody wanted to involve her on anything.
When my step father was away for her death rituals i decided to tell my mother as soon as she got back, and when i did she shunned him away and he didn't dare come here.
She filed for the divorce but we decided to keep my sister out of it, because of which that bastard got a chance to demand alimony and we suffered financialy for quite sometime after the divorce but i was happy as now neither of us had to live in fear.
Little had i known what my mother would become.
Not even a year had passed after the divorce and she started cursing us, blaming my sister for the divorce blaming me for my fathers death blaming me for having a bf while she was divorced.
Till today she throws us out atleast once evey month and we have to spend the night at a friends or at my grannys. She sits in the house like a lump while we slog our asses to earn a living.my sister started tutions since she was 17. I have a job after which i take tuitions too. I'm 25 and my sister weighs more than me and she's skinny for her age.
All that has happened woth us has taken a toll on our health but my mother doesn't see it. She's obese. She cooks for herself and eats and we're supposed to cook for ourselves or starve. I have a pet, she'll hit the poor thing in front of me has tried to sell her off in my absence threatens to leave her on the streets jist to harass me.
She's abused my guy on multiple ocassions curses him curses me.. she tells me I'm just a keep and He'll never marry me because I'm malnourished and i come from a shithole. I used to give her my salary evey month so she can run the house, instead she'd take al the money and not pay bills and not buy food and this went on for more than a year and I've stopped giving her anything now. I buy our food and i pay bills, and now she curses me saying my money will be burnt and i will burn with it. She says she's lost everyone because of us. Now her only agenda is to get as much money possible out of us and save it for her oldage coz she believes I wouldn't look after her.
Even after all that she's done to me to us, i know i will look after her because i always for what my father will feel when he looks down at us. She's only donw wrong to me, but i can never do that to her because I'm my fathers daughter and i know he wouldn't do anything weong to his parents.
I just pray to god everyday to give me enough strength to endure this and to tolerate her never ending dramas and torcher.
I hate my mother, she's manipulated and torchered me for as long as i can remember but I don't want anything bad to happen to her.
She's tricked me, fooled me, taken the money my father had saved in my name with forgery, she's beaten me like a beang bag, sitting on top of me and knidding like a dough, she's taken all my money and made me starve for days, thrown me out in the middle of the night and had put me in situations where i couldve been raped, she's gone to the cops, made fake stories and got them home to beat me up and lock me up, she's told everyone everywhere what a bad daughter i am, she's been preying onto my weaknesses, onto my low self esteem for so long. I still believe there's god and he'll take care of us and whoevers done wrong to us will pay.

Hi friends, it is normal to hate your mother sometimes. I feel like I definitely love my dad more than my mom, but the thing is my dad is always on business trips now that he moved companies. I miss my dad a lot, when I do something wrong, my mom would scold me, then she tries to call my dad on the phone to tell him that I wasn't behaving, but she lies to him. For example I screamed at her because I was angry, and then on the phone she told my dad that I was screaming the whole day, BLAH BLAH BLAH. UGH! I can't stand it! so don't worry if you hate your mom. If you had a fight with your mom, write it down somewhere safe, like in a diary that has a lock. So that later on you can read it to see if she was wrong, or she was the one who was wrong. Remember, don't let your mom boss you, stand up for yourself. You can respect her, since she is your mom, but it is not necessary that you have to love her. I am very grateful that my mom sacrificed a lot for me, but it doesn't mean that you have to love her, just respect her.

Your mom is a ugly bitch and a whore. I would grab her by the neck and shove my black cock down her filthy fucking mouth

My life was destroyed when my husband sent me packing, after 13 years we have been together. I was lost and helpless after trying so many ways to my husband back to me. One day at work, I was distracted, not knowing that my boss called me, so he sat and asked me what it was all about, I told him and he smiled and said it was no problem. I never understood what he meant by it was no problem getting back my husband, he said he used a spell to get back his wife when she left him for another man, and now they are together till date and initially I was shocked hearing something from my boss. He gave me an email address of the Prophet Abuvia which helped him get his wife back, I never believed that this would work, but I had no choice coming into contact with the sayings that I get done, and he asked for my information and that my husband was able to propose to throw him the spell and I sent him the details, but after two days, my mother called me that my husband was pleading that he wants me back, I never believed, because it was just a dream and I had to rush off to my mother's place and to my greatest surprise, was kneeling my husband beg me for forgiveness that he wants me and the child back home, when I gave prophet Abuvia a conversation regarding sudden change of my husband and he made clear to me that my husband will love me until the end of the world, that he will never leave for another woman. Now me and my husband is back together and started doing funny things he has not done before, he makes me happy and do what it is supposed to do as a man without nagging. Please if you need help of any kind need, please contact Prophet Abuvia for help. His email is [email protected] his website is http://prophetAbuviasolutiontemple.webs.com/

I have always felt a distance between my mother and I. I can't stand her. I would tell people I hate my mother and they would be shocked liked I told them I killed a man. I always felt so alone because of this, like I am the only one who can't be in the same room as my mother. I cant beleive how many comments on here that make me feel better. I read above that someone said there mother failed them. and I feel like this. The things I feel like I needed the most were never given.
I was in gymnastics and it got to the point where I was too scared and had bad coaches that I would come home crying everyday. So I decided to quit. During one of our last competitions, she contacted my teammates and made them convince me to stay in the sport. It was the worst year of my life. All because she never got to be the gymnast I was and I needed to be her dream. It hurts thinking about the time I wasted, I wanted to be in other sports but I was getting to old to be any good.
Then there was just the general bitchiness that I can't handle. When I was younger, like elementary, she would tell me I had no friends, that I was a bitch, that no one liked me. And I started to believe it. I think it's why I push people away, because I how could anyone love someone who is a bitch? I used to think my heart was made up of many tiny pieces and every time something happened, like being yelled at, a piece would disappear and there would be a whole. I guess I lost count because I remember crying on my floor believing all the piecing were gone. and I think most of the time its because I was drilled to think I wasn't enough.
Then recently It was my dads sister. she was the black sheep of the family I guess, kinda into drugs, lived far away, hippie. I don't have many memories but the ones I do have were good. I loved her. For background, my dad and aunt were in business together but she had kinda screwed my dad over so there were some issues. But he obviously stilled cared for her. Now one Christmas she was suppose to fly in, but my entire family was suppose to have dinner at our house. My mom said she couldn't come. That she is not allowed in our house. I was heartbroken because it seemed my aunt was getting her life around and its fucking christmas. One year later my aunt died. I never got to see her again. I love you auntie I am so sorry.
I think like many people its the presence of their moms. it makes me so mad. she stops on the floor where ever she goes. She yells all the time at me, even when I ask her to stop. For every little thing i do theres a comment. She asks a million questions and doesn't get that I don't want to share my life with her. Maybe if she let me tell her things on her own it would be better. She also uses everything she does for me against me. "You should be nicer because I bought you this or I did this for you." She thinks because she is my mother I need to giver her unconditional respect, but I always believed respect is earned. Then sometimes she will grab me (not hard, she never abused me) or push me aside with her hand and couldnt understand why I would get mad. I HATE people touching me for one, but i felt like I need to scrub my skin when she touched me. There was also an issue with 'women' things. like she never taught me or told me to shave, I had to ask her to get a bra after years of embarrassment that still really bothers me today. I couldnt tell her about getting my period. it was all too awkward.
Now she's saying I can't be in her house anymore because I am such a bitch. I live in residence at university but I wrecked my car in the summer so I cant leave unless they come get me (its not even that far). I have limited friends, and most live out of town, so I feel bad getting them to me out. I don't even know what to do. I don't think I can come back home for a while. Guess I am walking for an hour to get groceries. Its fine but once the semester is over I have no where to go and no money. Seriously considering buying a gym membership and living in my car. The worst is that I love my dad more than anyone in the world and not seeing him or talking is going to kill me. I guess he has been so good to me that every bad thing my mother does looks worse.
I am by no means saying have been kind. I have been awful sometimes too. But when I was younger, she hurt me in ways I just cant get past. and I dont know why. I always thought at some point she would be the adult and stop yelling and try to turn our "relationship" around but I guess I was kidding myself. I don't want her in my life but I dont think I can get away.

my mother has been tough on me since I was young considering she had me at a young age, but I always feel like I ruined her childhood, ever since I got diagnosed with depression and I'm only 21, she has been unbearable, she has it herself so I don't see why she has to be so nasty by saying I need to move out when one of my brothers bring a time when I was in a dark place sensitive topic, leading to her wanting to throw me out onto the streets.

well reading all of these comments there are loads of situations way worse than mine but my point is still valid! I hate my mother she makes me soo stressed and sad. she will call me fat and will bully me. I once went up to her telling her that I think I had depression and I would like to see a therapist just in case and she just said right to my face "um no you don't, learn to live in the real world. stop being sad and suck it up." i have called a number like a childline to see and they said "you should definitely see a therapist you do have some type of depression." but i guess i have to live with this. if any of your mums abuse you, google life lines and tell them they should help you!

I love this. Reading all these made me feel better. I hate my mother, and I just had a heated quarrel with her.

Since young, she always thinks I have a temper problem. Thing is, I don't blow my temper when I am with anyone else. It only happens with her. On top of berating, comparing with other child, and the sorts, she has many other traits that you will describe as "black-hearted".

She is suspicious of every single person around her. When she ask me for help, I will help her very efficiently. After that, she will be suspicious of me if I really helped her. And I use the word "suspicious" because the things she say after I help her is "Did you really help me apply this?" or "That is not what you did". Most of the stuff I helped her with requires some basic knowledge of computer usage. She does not know how to use the computer and yet she will accuse me that whatever I have done to help her is wrong and I don't know anything. Already very angry, I try to explain calmly the process of application or whatever it is at that time. She will stop me repeatedly and ask her question when I have already answered it if she listened. I will keep repeating and repeating until she say things like "You just say you apply but you don't know anything" and follow up with some character degrading stuff. If she don't trust me, then don't ask me to help her. If she don't understand, then listen. What's more, I have repeated so many times.

When I finally hit the limit on my patience and blew off, she will do dramatic things like slapping herself and kneel on the ground to beg me not to shout or be angry like I always do. This only makes me more angry as her actions and words simply says that she is in no wrong, and I am only angry because there is something wrong with my character.

After that I will be very angry and disappointed, thinking to myself why does helping a family member or a simply conversation lead to something like that. I will explain to her these are the things she did that made me angry and it is not acceptable. She will then say that the apologies and begging on the ground was just an act to shut me up together with my temper control problem. Thing is, the problem is her.

So many times have I asked myself what is the problem with me, is there a temper problem? Should I be more suspicious like her? Am I not patience enough? And even when I am trying to be bias against myself, I still trace the problem back to her. I simply cannot stand these heated exchange anymore. Her degrading words, her drama of fake apologies, her disgustingly evil character. In her world, there is no one that is more right than her, and there is no one who should not listen to her, literally. When she asks a question, no one knows the answer or isn't trying to cheat her.

I want to move out so badly. I hate my mother and I hope she dies by some accident.

MOST OF THE COMMENTS DESCRIBE A NARCISSISTIC MOTHER. ITS A PERSONALITY DISORDER. IF SHES REALLY RUINING YOUR LIFE AND MENTAL /EMOTIONAL/PHYSICAL WELL BEING THEN ITS BEST TO STAY AWAY BUT DONT TAKE HER BEHAVIOUR TOWARDS YOU PERSONALLY AND HOLD A LIFELONG GRUDGE AND RESENTMENT. THERE ARE REASONS HER BRAIN IS WIRED THAT WAY AND NOT MUCH SHE CAN DO ABOUT IT. SUCKS TO HAVE A NARC MOM AND THEYRE REALLY GOOD AT SCREWING THEIR KIDS UP BUT JUST FOCUS ON HEALING YOURSELF AND BE THE BEST PERSON YOU CAN BE:)

This is actually a life changer, i am so beyond happy this is like the happiest momment i've had this year. I don't think at the first time i was normal to hate my mother. I have 2 siblings, my older sister and my little brother. It shows clearly how my mom wishes that she kill me when i was baby

I never thought it would come to this: but considering my Mom made me throw up last night, it has to.

I am starting to hate my Mom too. Its the same reason you hate her too. I hate how she walks, I hate how she eats, I hate how she breaths, I hate how she spits (trust me, it is disgusting and loud and obnoxious and yes she does it) and I really hate her pissy moods every morning that make me feel like dirt. I hate how she doesn't brush her teeth and her breath stinks. Most of all, I hate her ugly frown. She wakes up every morning with this frown, and gives me this look like I ruined her life. Well sorry I was born, Mom. Okay, I'm going to come clean about it. I hate how she is a fat (obese), obnoxious miserable woman and I hate how acts like she's smarter than anyone else. I remember how she used to call me a "stupid girl" and shriek at me about stuff every morning when I was younger and for that I really hate her. I remember how she slapped my Dad in the face because he wouldn't get everyone chips at the gas station. I remember how she used to get into screaming fits with my Dad and how disgusting it was. My Dad wanted to go to Australia and she she would go off about how she wanted to live in this small town in Virginia so she could be part of this super snobby homeschooling group. She literally threw a tantrum about it like a giant 4 year old. I also hate how now that I'm at university after 5 years of community college she hates me for going. She is like "Oh maybe you should do art classes" and I am like NO. You can't make anything off of an art degree. I hate her over-sensitivity about everything and I am considering moving across the country to just get away from her. Serves her right for making me throw up last night over her crap. Like why would I ever invest any time and finances just to get a stupid art degree cause it won't make her happy.

She is a miserable woman and I will never make her happy. Why get sick over it?