My mother’s enemy
Suzanne acted like she hated me.
People say that word is too strong. Hate.
But when you’re a child and your mother looks at you like you’re an inconvenience — like your breathing irritates her — you learn the difference between anger and hatred very early.
It wasn’t loud all the time. It wasn’t always screaming.
Sometimes it was the quiet.
The tight jaw when I entered a room.
The way her voice sharpened only when speaking to me.
The way she praised other children but found flaws in everything I did.
A mother hating her child sounded questionable, right?
But it happened.
It happened to me.
As I got older, something shifted. Suzanne changed — but not in a way that made sense. She wasn’t softer. She wasn’t warmer. She just became… different. Undefined.
She wasn’t even looked at as a mother anymore.
She was just Suzanne.
Spiteful. Reactive. Doing things simply because she knew they would bother someone. If I liked something, she criticized it. If I succeeded, she downplayed it. If I struggled, she shrugged.
And then one day — out of nowhere — she stopped leaving the house.
Weeks turned into months.
I’d leave early for work, the air still cool and heavy with morning dew. When I came back, tired and worn from the day, she’d be in the same spot. Couch indented. Phone pressed to her ear.
Laughing.
Gossiping.
Chatting like nothing in the world weighed on her.
And the strangest part?
Everything she used to complain about her own mother doing… she started doing.
“I would never sit around like that.”
“I’d never tear my daughter down.”
“My mother was miserable and wanted everybody else to be miserable too.”
Yet there she was.
Home all day.
Talking about people.
Nitpicking my choices.
Moving with a bitterness she swore she despised.
It was like watching history repeat itself in real time.
Sometimes I’d stand in the hallway, listening to her laughter spill into the living room, and wonder if she even realized what she’d become.
Or if becoming her mother was inevitable.
The house felt different during those months. Heavy. Like something unfinished lingered in the air. We passed each other like strangers renting the same space.
No apologies.
No explanations.
Just Suzanne — evolving into the very woman she once resented.
And me — learning that sometimes the deepest wounds don’t come from enemies.
They come from the ones who were supposed to love you the loudest.
Growing up with a mother who seemed to hate you can leave deep emotional scars that reverberate throughout your life. I relate deeply to Suzanne's story because I, too, experienced that confusing mixture of affection and anger from a parent that shaped much of my childhood experience. It’s difficult as a child to grasp why the person meant to love you unconditionally instead makes you feel like an inconvenience or even a burden. The subtle gestures and cold silences often speak louder than outright anger or harsh words. From my own experience, I found that these behaviors often stemmed from unresolved pain or trauma that my mother carried, sometimes unknowingly passing it down to me. Suzanne's transformation into the very figure she once resisted is a heartbreaking reminder that without healing, patterns of bitterness and resentment can repeat across generations. What helped me was reaching out for support outside the family – finding friends, counselors, or mentors who could offer perspective and healing strategies. I also learned the importance of setting boundaries and acknowledging my own feelings without guilt. Forgiveness, I discovered, is not always about reconciling with the other person but about freeing yourself from the weight of persistent pain. I encourage anyone facing similar struggles to seek understanding and compassionate help. Reflecting on Suzanne’s story reminds us that we are more than the wounds inflicted on us. We have the power to break cycles and nurture healthier, kinder relationships moving forward. Sharing these stories openly can foster empathy and healing in others who feel isolated by their family dynamics.
Wowwwwwww this one is deep I won’t fully never understand why mothers do this to they daughters just jealous of they own daughter like why in read this one in between to girlll you got me hooked 🥺❤️