Untitled ….Part 1
She never saw me as good enough. It was never a reason for her to not have liked me either. Her mother wanted her daughter to herself and I thought that was kind of weird. It was giving incest at a grown ass age. I could never understand why her mother never liked anybody. She didn’t even like herself for that matter and it showed.
“My aunt was right”, she said over the phone one day. I questioned her and asked, “right about what”?
“Leaving her house. It is too toxic. I am too much in her energy”. I noticed she was more angry from when we last reconnected. This wasn’t the same girl I spoke to. She even told me that her mother never cared for me and was talking shit. Her mother only spoke on me because she didn’t want her daughter to be happy. Kiyanne told me that every relationship she had failed because of her mother and her spiritual doing. I quickly testified against that as if I was in court and said, “yeah no. Your mother just doesn’t want to see you happy because she is miserable. The people you dated were simply shitty people that didn’t like you for real”.
I never disliked someone’s mother as much as I hated hers. Her mother had a grinch spirit, just mad all the time. Gag is, she was the same sign as me- cancer. You’d think cancers would be nice and welcoming. Not her. She gave off the kind of energy that gave intimidating and “bitch, I dare you approach me”, energy but I wasn’t intimidated. She never ruffled my feathers. I knew I’d read her like one of my books if she ever crossed the lines with me. She didn’t like my mother because of how I was treated and I didn’t like based off of how she judged me. I somewhat liked her in the beginning despite her angry spirited ass but she brought the dislike on herself when she started popping her shit like a mean girl from high school. She then started recruiting people at her job to not like me. I started to think this lady had some serious issues.
I never ever had someone’s mother move as if I was MOST hated. The only one time, she said anything to me was when I was in her presence and even then i didn’t want her speaking to me. She was truly being fake. I came to the conclusion. She was one of those mothers~the kind that hated to see their child happy. The mindset she had, I could tell she carried it from a child then passed it on to her daughter and son.
Her daughter was loving as hell but had a mean streak about her and I highkey disliked the mean streak.
A mother that carried the mindset of doing everything late, woke up late, took her time getting to places, etc… I was very much glad to keep her at a distance. Teaching your daughter to never need anyone but family was diabolical work.
“You don’t need nobody. For shit. Ever”, she said through clenched teeth one day during a family feud. I just sat on the couch quietly and in my head thought , “this bitch lost her ENTIRE MIND”.
I never experienced this kind of disrespect and it made me look at her mother very differently. She never gave me a chance and her daughter never spoke on her relationships to her so I was baffled as to why she would move like this with me. I didn’t care for a sit down because I knew my mouth and I knew that the conversation would go all the way left if I spoke. It wasn’t anything for us to talk about after that.
Toxic family relationships often stem from deep-seated emotional wounds that impact multiple generations. In stories like this, it's clear how a mother's bitterness and controlling attitudes can severely affect both her children and those who become involved in the family circle. Mothers who harbor resentment or unhappiness may unintentionally—or sometimes intentionally—project their negativity on their children, creating a toxic household atmosphere. One common theme is the mother’s attempt to isolate her daughter from external relationships, often driven by fear or insecurity. Teaching a daughter to "never need anyone but family" can be a form of emotional imprisonment, limiting her social growth and happiness. Such control often breeds rebellion or emotional distance, as seen when the daughter acknowledges the toxicity but still struggles to break free. The psychological effects on all parties can be significant. The daughter may develop a mixed personality—loving and caring, yet exhibiting a mean streak as a defense mechanism learned from the home environment. The partner, in this case, faces the brunt of the mother’s hostility, experiencing alienation and judgment without cause, which can be confusing and hurtful. Family toxicity also affects mental health and fosters distrust. When the mother recruits others at work to dislike someone, it shows how toxicity can extend beyond the home, affecting social circles and professional life. Understanding this behavior as a manifestation of the mother’s own unhappiness and unresolved issues shifts perspective but does not excuse the pain inflicted. Breaking free from such cycles requires awareness and boundaries. It is crucial for individuals in toxic family situations to validate their experiences, seek support, and cultivate emotional resilience. Leaving a toxic environment, as mentioned in the narrative, often marks a turning point toward healing. These personal stories highlight the complexities of family dynamics and remind us of the importance of healthy relationships built on respect and love rather than control and bitterness. Sharing such experiences helps others recognize similar patterns and encourages dialogue around mental health, family roles, and self-care.
