Why My Mother Should Burn In Hell!

Last Updated on: 23rd February 2025, 03:09 pm

Yesterday my dad died and my mother told everyone not to let me or my daughters know. I cannot understand why she would do this, maybe it’s because she knew how much it would hurt me. That it would hurt if I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye. I have no idea how someone can be so evil to know that their husband is dying. And still, harbour so much hate and resentment that they would try to keep it secret from their kids and grandkids. I cannot get my head around the fact that she would not only keep it a secret but also tell people not to let me know. And even worse those people that I thought were friends, actually knew and did not tell me! Am I that bad and horrible a person that I wasn’t allowed to say goodbye to my dad?

I was in two minds about whether to write this. Did I want to air my dirty laundry in public like this? Did I want to drag up old memories? But it needs saying to get it out of my head before I crack under the pressure.

My Kid’s Childhood Relationship With My Mother

My problems with my mum started a long time ago. I fell out with her when I was pregnant with Kim, I moved across the country to start again. Then we made up and she was part of my life again, the day my dad met Kim I remember how proud he looked as a granddad. When Kim was 2 years old, my brother disappeared from our life. I asked her what had happened and she wouldn’t tell me, she said to just forget him. He reached out a few years later and I asked her for his address. But she simply destroyed the card and the photo that was in there. She told me not to ask again. He was and is my fucking brother!

As my kids grew up, she was always so nasty to them. I know my childhood was shit because of her, but now she was doing the same thing to my kids. She would tell them they were stupid all of the time. Her favourite one was telling Zach he was as stupid as his father! She would spoil her other grandchildren and mine were just left as failures – apart from Beth. Beth was the model who would appear in magazines and tv adverts. She was proud of that kid!

How Could I Not See The Way She Was So Controlling? Was I So Blind?

She would send her to a bloke who lived upstairs to have ‘professional’ photos taken. One day I went up there and discovered a camera filming her getting changed in the bedroom. I told my mum who said not to be silly as he was her friend and it was free photos for her portfolio. But even though I told her not to send Beth for photos, she still did.

My mother cut herself off from her own family. She took things from a dead relative that didn’t belong to her. And she decided to stop speaking to her sisters completely. She had different friends from one month to the next and she just wanted to like people who gave her what she wanted. She wanted to be in control of everyone in her life.

Realising How Controlled I was By Her!

I guess I didn’t realise how much she controlled my life until I was pregnant with Tilly. I told her on her birthday as a birthday gift and she told me how stupid I was. That I couldn’t even cope with the children I had, let alone bring another one into the world. I was shocked, to say the least. Yes, we were having problems with Beth as she was stealing from school friends and causing so much shit. She told me to keep my pregnancy secret from my dad. I wasn’t allowed to tell him about my baby. She told me I had to keep it secret like it was taboo and something to be ashamed of.

I found out I was carrying twins but one was expected to die. I was about 7 weeks pregnant and I called my mum. You know, like you do when you need some support. All she said was that it was for the best because I couldn’t cope with the kids I had again. I was upset and she just didn’t even care. A week later when it was confirmed my second baby had died, she asked me what she wanted me to do about it. She was so matter-of-fact and I wanted my mum to support me, but she wasn’t there.

Moving forward to when I was 19 weeks pregnant and my placenta started to come away and Tilly was dying in my womb. I was rushed to the hospital where I was expected to miscarry. Then I had a call from the school to say Zach had a head injury and needed to get to A and E. I asked my mum to take him to the hospital. She simply said no and put the phone down. A friend stepped up and took him to get him checked out.

The Moment It All Clicked Into Place

A few weeks later it was my birthday, I phoned and asked if they were meeting us there. She replied with ”yes, we are. But if you talk about Zach joining the army, you talk about Christmas plans (it was 22nd November). Or if you talk about that baby, then I will get up and walk out and you won’t see me again” Something inside me snapped, I simply told her not to come to my birthday meal, and that was the last time I spoke to her. I did not need this toxicity in my life. I was becoming successful on my own, I didn’t rely on her as much and she could not pull my strings as she did. Funnily enough the moment I said this to her, I felt a huge sense of relief.

The kids were old enough to make up their own minds about whether she was part of their life or not. Kim tried to carry on a relationship with my mother, but she wasn’t interested. After Tilly was born, the girls took her to see my mother a few times and she refused to even look in the pram. I really did not understand how someone could hate a child so much.

Never Escaping Her Poisonous Ideas

I missed my dad, like hell. My dad was always the calmer one. He was always the person who was more grounded. I had him on my Facebook until I realised that my mum was using his account to see what I was up to and manipulate the people around me. I was campaigning to get Nathan Green jailed for what he did to Beth and Daisy. But my mother was telling Beth everything, and Beth would cause trouble for us. Beth would call the police over and over again because I was campaigning to get Nathan put in Jail. The police would just say that I needed to watch my back because they were out to cause trouble.

My mother was using my Facebook to draw a wedge even further between me and my dad and me and Beth. She must have been filled with so much hate to be like this with people. Over the years I tried to reach out. I told her that Tilly needed a grandma. She would just block me on Facebook and move on with her life. Luckily, my aunty stepped in to become a grandma for Tilly and my uncle became her grandad. She has never missed out on not having my mother in her life.

Finding Out My Dad Had Died

My mother was the person who always kept me from my dad. She is some absolute evil piece of work. She told people not to tell me that my dad had been ill a few months ago. But in the world of social media, it is easy to find things out. People talk on social media like they don’t in real life. Then when my dad died she told people not to tell me or Kim.

She is still controlling people and telling them what to do in life. She is so hate-filled and if people do not agree with what she is doing then she loses her shit. My mother controls and manipulates people. She knew my dad was dying for 2 days before he died and she didn’t tell me or my kids, except Beth. She didn’t even tell my brother who went missing all those years ago and I have been in touch with him over recent years.

My Mother Is A Manipulative Bitch

She thinks that she has control over everyone. She is secretive and manipulative and she could convince you that a white piece of paper is black. My mother leaves a trail of destruction wherever she goes. what benefit does she get from having so much hate in her life? If she keeps pushing people away then she really is going to grow into a lonely old lady. She has 10 grandchildren, yet only has a relationship with 4 of them because she has chosen not to be in their life. That is 6 people that would have given her love and been part of her life. But she chose not to be in their life.

Now she has no husband, no sisters, one son, 4 grandchildren and barely any friends. She is going to be so lonely as she starts this new part of her life. I have told her that I hope she burns in hell for what she has done and that as far as I was concerned, the wrong parent died. She must be so proud of hurting my kids once again. My kids might be grown-ups, but they are still my children. They were refused a chance to say goodbye to their grandad. Something that I will never ever forgive her for.

She has hurt so many people over the years, and she continues to do so. I only hope that she finds peace in her world of isolation and hate.