
My Evil Mother: A Short Story

mom’s gaze locked with mine, and her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “I’m going to lift you up, and you’ll shut the door behind you. Don’t move, and don’t make a sound. Whatever you hear,
Tessa Hale • Twilight of Embers
My mother and I talk only about material things, things far from what is truly important to us: she’s always been cold toward me; even when I was a child she seldom hugged me and when she did it increased my awe. She sent me to boarding school early. I think her attitude comes from the habitual reserve of her aristocratic family. In fact, she alway
... See moreAnn Goldstein • Forbidden Notebook
Mother cried quietly to herself; then, after a little while, she picked me up and carried me out of the house to a patch of woods a long way from our neighbourhood where no one ever went. There she tossed me into some dry underbrush among the pine trees, and covered my face with the blanket. She probably meant for me to smother to death, or to free
... See moreSok-yong Hwang • Princess Bari
And that’s the first reason Winnicott gives for the mother’s “hatred” of the child: “the baby is not her own (mental) conception.” On the one hand that is what makes a child so genuinely amazing: their potential to surprise us with their development, their unfurling beyond what we know or could imagine. It is also what makes the child infuriating:
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