My Mother Left When I Was in Fifth Grade, Then Came Back Years Later to Demand Gratitude, and When Things Didn’t Go Her Way, She Threw a Chair at Me and…
Not every mother loves their child, and not every child receives love from their mother.
I stayed up all night watching “Sex Education,” feeling ashamed as I realized the horrible mistake I made that caused my son to resent his father for the past 20 years.
A Broken Family and a Mother’s Coldness
Every child is born hoping to live in the warmth and love of a family, but not everyone is that fortunate. Not every mother loves their child, and not every child is loved by their mother. My life has been a rollercoaster of emotions, where the sacred bond of motherhood became distant. Stories of love and hate between children and their parents aren’t rare, but I had never imagined that my mother would be the one to estrange herself from me.
My mother once told me plainly that she hated daughters, that her inability to love me was something she couldn’t control. Love and hate are human emotions, and she simply felt repulsed by me, for no other reason than her own feelings.
When She Left
In fifth grade, my mother took my younger brother and left, severing all ties with me. That moment is etched in my memory like a wound that never healed. I stayed with my elderly grandparents, who were already frail but had to take on the responsibility of raising me. My father did provide monthly support, but eventually, he remarried, and I became the unwanted child, abandoned by both parents.
Her Return and the Battle for Control
I thought that after all these years, at least her return would offer me some comfort, but I was wrong. This time, she didn’t come to encourage me; she came to stop me. My younger brother had developed leukemia, and my mother demanded that I cancel my university plans and come to take care of him in Hanoi. It wasn’t a request; it was an order, and if I didn’t comply, I would be guilty in her eyes.
The Cold Reality
My grandparents refused to agree, with my grandmother even going so far as to call the village officials to remove my mother. If it weren’t for them supporting me, I might have ended up uneducated and without hope.
After graduating, I tried not to let the pains of my childhood haunt me. I found a stable job and worked hard to build a life for myself. During this time, my brother passed away, and my mother remarried for the third time.
Her Unexpected Return
I had long forgotten that I even had a mother. I was content living for myself. But once again, my mother reappeared. This time, she demanded that I quit my job and return to help her sell goods at a shop run by her new husband’s family. I barely knew these people, and I had a stable life in the city. Why would I leave everything behind to serve strangers?
I refused, and immediately, she began cursing at me with the most vulgar language. In her anger, she grabbed a plastic chair and threw it at my head. The blow left me bleeding, my shirt soaked in blood, but she remained cold and indifferent, continuing to berate me.
The Decision to Walk Away
The physical and emotional pain pushed me to sever all ties with her. I was just a forgotten piece in her life, a child who would never know the love of her mother. I knew that in order to protect myself and find happiness, sometimes I had to let go of what seemed like the most important relationships.
I wrapped my head with a cloth and went to the hospital alone. The wound on my forehead required 12 stitches, leaving a scar that remains visible as a constant reminder to love and protect myself. In the years that followed, my mother reached out a few times, but her attitude never changed, and by then, I had no love left to tolerate her behavior.
A Stranger in My Life
Today, my mother and I are strangers. She didn’t attend my wedding, and once, when she had an accident and was hospitalized, her new husband asked me to come help. I didn’t even bother to refuse; I just silently hung up and blocked her number.
