Melomiri

My Mother, the Narcissist

Language: en

My mother was obsessed with competing with me. When my grandmother gave me a jade bangle, my mother's eyes turned red with envy. She snatched it from me, snarling, "A worthless girl like you doesn't deserve such a fine thing!" When my boyfriend sent me a bouquet for Valentine's Day, she gritted her teeth in rage, then feigned nonchalance. "He only likes you because you're my daughter. If I were a few years younger, do you think he'd even look at you?" Later, she actually climbed into my boyfriend's bed, naked. When she was caught, she begged us not to tell my father. Soft-hearted, I…

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