My mom has this amazing ability to get under my skin, and honestly, I think it's because she cares so much. She constantly asks about things I don’t want to discuss, like my plans for the weekend or the state of my room.
Sometimes, it feels like she’s trying to live my life for me instead of letting me figure things out. But then again, I know her annoying questions come from love, even though I might not appreciate it at the moment. It can be a real challenge to find that balance between independence and still being a part of her world. Sometimes, it just drives me batty!
Moms have a unique talent for pushing buttons. My mom seems to always bring up that embarrassing incident from my childhood at the worst possible moments, like during family gatherings. It’s almost like she enjoys watching me squirm.
It’s frustrating because I’m an adult now, but she still sees me as her little kid. I guess it’s what they do. Still, I wouldn’t trade those wild conversations for anything. It can be irritating, but it’s also what makes my family, well, my family!
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My mother is an extreme misogynist, even toward me, her own daughter.
She's wanted to kill me since the day I was born. She hits me if I wear lip gloss, wear a dress, or even get close to my father.
Before sitting for my SATs, she spreads rumors about me trying to seduce my father. Ultimately, she pushes me so hard that I jump from the 15th floor.
This pleases her to no end.
My mom, a wealthy philanthropist who donated millions, only allowed me to spend a single dollar on each meal.
Even the cheapest dish at school costs two bucks.
To survive, I had no choice but to eat my classmate’s leftovers every day.
When Mom found out, she didn’t show any sympathy. In fact, she came to school and, in front of all the students, slammed a plate onto my head.
“Pathetic little thing! I’m not stopping you from eating, so why are you begging?
“The school meals are expensive? Then why don’t you work hard and save up?”
Out of anger, I took Mom to court.
If I won, she would go to prison for abusing me. If I lost, I would be executed completely.
I was confident…
Who would’ve thought Mom would win?
My mom is a pathological liar who enjoys making herself seem like the victim. Unfortunately, I'm always the scapegoat.
When I was little, there was one time when she went out to play poker with her friends. As a result, she forgot to go home and prepare dinner on time.
After that, she slapped me in front of the entire family.
"This brat ran off to god knows where earlier! I went out looking for her, which is why dinner got delayed!"
Because of that lie, I had to kneel in the courtyard throughout the night.
When I was studying, I had to take an extremely important exam. My teacher repeatedly reminded the parents to prepare all materials required for their children.
But my mom didn't even prepare anything for me. After that, she even said in front of everyone, "I've already prepared the materials for her. She was the one who threw them away when she was on her way to school because she didn't want to take the exam at all!"
Since then, all of my classmates ostracized me throughout my entire school life.
After I came of age, my mom kept crying to me in the middle of the night.
"Your father has been abusing me for so many years. I had to endure everything for your sake, you know!"
I advised her to get a divorce, only for her to tell an exaggerated version of what I said to my father.
"Your daughter egged me on to divorce you! She said she doesn't need a useless father like you! I couldn't stand it anymore, so I'm telling you this!"
He flew into a fit of rage on the spot, which led to him accidentally pushing me down the stairs. I died on the spot from the fall.
When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day my mom cries to me about my dad for the first time.
My mom tends to speak the truth no matter what the occasion it is.
When my boyfriend visits our family, Mom makes small talk with him happily.
"Tiffany once contracted HPV when she was in her second year of college. Please don't judge her for that. Haha!"
When my friend comes over to hang out with me, Mom leans in to take a closer look at her face.
"With those high cheekbones and hollow cheeks, you've got 'short life' written all over your face! I guess only Tiffany is willing to hang out with you."
Later on, I finally nailed a job as a governmental employee after putting in hard work for half a year.
During the background check, Mom starts running her mouth about the "truth" again.
"I think there's something wrong with Tiffany's moral ethics. First of all, she loves lying. Second of all, she's disrespectful to me. If your department does end up hiring her, you've gotta be careful."
Undoubtedly, I get disqualified because of her words.
That's when I get into a huge fight with Mom. But that woman has the audacity to talk back to me.
"All I did was speak the truth about you! The fact that your department doesn't want you means that you lack the capability! Don't ever think that you get to pin the blame on me!"
I fall silent at her words.
Since Mom loves telling the truth that much, I might as well use the truth to destroy her.
I have just fallen asleep after working around the clock, but my mom insists on dragging me to the supermarket first thing in the morning.
Having mistaken us for sisters, the cashier compliments Mom for her youth and looks.
But after Mom explains to her smilingly that we're mother and daughter, the cashier's eyes go wide in disbelief. With mixed feelings, she says, "You… You look more like the daughter, though…"
That remark leaves me shell-shocked for a moment. Then, I turn around to stare at my and Mom's faces in the mirror.
Mom has such smooth and supple skin that she looks like a 20-year-old college student. Meanwhile, there's me, looking like a 50-year-old hag because of the freckles and dark spots covering my face.
Mom's smile vanishes instantly.
"How dare you speak that way! Are you saying that my daughter looks old?"
Since I don't have a good night's sleep, I become uncontrollably pissed.
Just as I'm about to curse at the cashier, I catch a glimpse of the crow's feet around Mom's eyes disappearing rapidly from the corner of my eye.
After my mom, Margaret Hale, dies of a heart attack, she starts appearing in my sister Claire Dawson's dreams.
In a dream, Mom tells Claire to climb Mount Mistwood before sunrise and burn the entrance ticket for her, or the other ghosts will bully her.
Claire doesn't tell me anything. She packs a bag in the middle of the night and forces herself to the summit.
While she's gasping her way up that mountain, I'm asleep at home when I suddenly go into cardiac arrest. I wake up in the emergency room with doctors shouting over me.
I barely survive before Mom appears in Claire's dreams again.
This time, she says skydiving is her last wish. If Claire doesn't do it for her, she won't rest in peace.
Claire signs up right away, ignoring everything I say. But then, her parachute refuses to open, and she plummets toward the ground. Luckily, she gets snagged in a tree and walks away without a scratch.
Meanwhile, I miss a step going downstairs, tumble to the bottom, end up covered in bruises, and break five ribs.
While I'm recovering in the hospital, Mom shows up in Claire's dreams again.
Now, she wants Claire to go to the South Pole for her, saying she can finally move on and be reincarnated once Claire completes the trip.
Claire doesn't hesitate and books a tour on the spot.
While she's taking pictures with penguins, I freeze to death back home during a 104-degree heatwave.
Only after I die does it finally hit me that Mom's missions for Claire always end with me on death's doorstep.
What I don't understand is how Mom keeps shifting the danger meant for Claire onto me instead.
The next time I open my eyes, I'm back on the morning after Mom first appeared in Claire's dream.
Hating someone, especially a parent, is a strong sentiment that often springs from misunderstanding or lack of communication. Perhaps you feel she doesn't understand you or supports you, maybe she set boundaries that you deem unfair. Talk to her, express your feelings. You might find the root of this negative emotion and work together to resolve it.
I have a younger sister and I understand the feeling quite well. Brothers and sisters are still under one roof and occupy the same room, right? Indeed, they can be very annoying.
However, don't worry about it. They're in fact just aspects of development. They may pester, interrupt, or be rude, but it is all in search of Self, forlorn moans at midnight when they're alone - or another way to manifest love and sympathy. Don't fly off the handle but try to see things from their position.