My Mother Abandoned Me Twice First as a Child, Then Again After I Helped Her Start Over #27

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #abandonment #familytrauma #betrayal #emotionalpain #childhoodscar  Abandoned as a child, the protagonist grows up carrying the scars of neglect and loss. Despite the pain, they later help their mother rebuild her life—only to be left behind once again. The story highlights themes of unconditional love, the cyclical nature of abandonment, and the struggle to find healing and closure in fractured family bonds.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, abandonment, familydrama, betrayal, emotionaltrauma, childhoodpain, toxicfamily, healing, resilience, heartbreak, neglect, forgiveness, trauma, survival, recovery 

Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
I'm glad to greet all readers of this post. To
give a better understanding of the entire situation, I want
to share my relationship with my mother and the story
of our conflict. I'm twenty five now, and twelve years
ago my mother abandoned me. We were a happy family.
I grew up surrounded by love and care, but when
I was around ten years old, the atmosphere at home

(00:22):
began to feel oppressive and unfriendly. At some point, mom
and dad started arguing often, although before that they had
lived in perfect harmony. I started noticing that my father
grew cold toward me, while my mother often scolded me
over small things. It turned out I wasn't my father's
biological child, and once he found out, the marriage quickly

(00:45):
fell apart. It was a real shock for me. Overnight
I went from being his beloved son to a stranger,
an outsider, as if all the love between us had
never existed. After the divorce, I stayed with my mother,
but she was never as emotionally close to me as
my father had been to her. I was like a ghost,
or rather a gold fish in an aquarium whom she

(01:07):
fed occasionally. Of course, she didn't care about the emotional
pain I felt after the divorce. She'd say things like,
if you keep crying over that trader, I'll stop loving
you too, or be a man, pull yourself together, or
you'll end up just as worthless as your father. She
often went to parties with friends, visited bars and clubs,

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while I stayed home alone, crying endlessly in my room.
Soon she started dating other men, came home less and
less often, and when she did appear, it was usually
with some boyfriend. I became withdrawn and avoided talking to them,
locking myself in my room, hiding from the world, while
she carried on enjoying herself completely forgetting that she even

(01:48):
had a son. One day, she told me she couldn't
support me any more and said I should go live
with my aunt until she could find a better job.
But that was a lie. Not knowing any better, I left,
thinking it would only be temporary, But soon afterward my
mother remarried a year later and never visited me once
during all that time. I don't know whether she was

(02:10):
embarrassed to show him that she already had a son,
or maybe he simply didn't want to raise someone else's child.
Hearing this news triggered another breakdown. I had now truly
lost my second parent, whom I had once loved so deeply.
Years past, I grew older and decided to move as
far away from my home town as possible. There were

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many reasons, but above all, I wanted to leave the
past behind and start a life free from all that pain.
I wanted to become a new person, free from reminders
of my painful past. About four years ago, I left
my hometown. A few months after I moved away or
broke out there. I did everything I could to help

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my aunt escape the area, but at the time I
hadn't heard anything about my mother's fate. I preferred not
to ask what had happened to her after she abandoned me. However, recently,
my relatively calm life was shaken by a phone call
from my mother. I didn't know it was her calling,
and I certainly didn't expect her to have my number.

(03:12):
When I answered the phone, I didn't recognize her voice
at first. Hi, it's your mom, sweetheart, how are you?
I froze After hearing those words. All kinds of emotions
rushed over me. In a way, I was happy to
hear my mother's voice again, yet at the same time,
I was consumed by deep resentment. After exchanging formal greetings

(03:35):
and small talk, she told me she was living near
the war zone. She was completely alone with her little daughter,
and begged me to help them relocate. They needed money
and a place to stay. Of course, I decided to
help her move. I couldn't leave an innocent child and
my own mother in danger. Fortunately everything worked out. I'll

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skip the boring part about the problems with the documents
and logistics. The important thing is that we succeeded. The
first month, my mother and Milla, my now young sister,
lived with me, and then I started paying for their
separate apartment. It was my mother's wish to move out,
and this detail still bothers me to this day. Throughout
that entire month of living together, my mother remained very quiet.

(04:22):
Most of the time, she was busy taking care of Milla.
Occasionally she asked about what had happened to me during
all the years we were apart. I couldn't stop telling
her everything. I almost wanted her to relive every moment
of my growing up and becoming the adult man I
am to day through my stories. However, she didn't seem
genuinely interested, no follow up questions or clarifications. Sometimes I

(04:48):
felt like I was just background noise to her. My
mother mostly gave vague answers to my questions without going
into details. All I understood was that Milla's father had
left and dozen pay child support. I also tried to
understand why she had treated me so cruelly twelve years ago.
Why hadn't she tried all these years to fix our relationship.

(05:10):
She either stayed silent or apologized, saying she had too
many problems. Again, no details. Can we start fresh? We're
still family? I said to her. She smiled gently and replied, yes, son,
I hadn't felt that happy since childhood. And then her

(05:31):
desire to move out shattered my heart all over again.
This apartment is too small for three people, and Milla
needs more space, she said. It sounded reasonable, so of
course I agreed to help her money finding an apartment.
I wanted to show her that I could take care
of her, just as a son should. I didn't yet

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know that this help would create a new gap between us.
Once she moved out, even the minimal communication disappeared. Sorry, son,
I'm busy. I've got a lot going on to day,
Let's talk another time, Milla is sick, don't come over,
and countless other excuses followed. Five or maybe already six
months have passed and I still can't have a normal

(06:14):
conversation or spend time with her. This whole situation is
eating me up inside. I feel anger, an anger that
has never eased even slightly since childhood, and at the
same time unbearable pain because my mother is once again
absent from my life. What should I do? What can
I even do in this situation, in a situation where

(06:35):
happiness and family are so close, just a few streets away,
and yet feel as if they're separated from me by
a stone wall topped with barbed wire. Update thank you
to everyone who offered kind and supportive words. I really
needed to get this off my chest, and a fresh
perspective from others was exactly what I needed. To day

(06:56):
I called my mom to talk about stopping my financial
support for her rent. She said, got it, I can
handle it myself, don't worry, and that was pretty much
all she said. Chances are I won't get to see
her or Mila any more. She's still avoiding me very strongly.
The end