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This is long...
My father died in 2017, I was 17years old and from that point, my life changed completely. I became the one carrying the responsibility of this family far earlier than I should have.
When it was time for me to go to school, my late father’s family agreed to sponsor my education. Instead of supporting it, my mother blocked it completely. Because of the hatred she had for my father and his family, she rejected their help and continued to paint my father in a bad light even after his death. That decision alone altered the course of my life.
Instead of school, she pushed me into serving an oga and learning sales against my will. I stayed there for about two years, and it did not work out. When I came back, I was 20 years old, already behind my mates.
From there, I started working in factories, struggling to earn money and bring it home. I denied myself basic things I didn’t buy clothes, didn’t enjoy my youth everything went into the house. At some point, she even wanted to be holding my salary, controlling it completely.
Eventually, I found a place where I started making a reasonable amount of money. At the time, where we were living was terrible, so with the little progress I made, I paid rent for a room-and-parlour apartment, bought furniture, bought her a big bed, bought a TV, and tried to give the family a better standard of living.
I was 22 years old, doing all of this.
I told my mother I wanted to save money and set myself up properly so I wouldn’t depend on one source of income forever. Instead of support, she insisted that I must “settle her” first before thinking about my future.
When I told her I wanted to leave the house to seek greener pastures, she refused unless I gave her money. Eventually, I counted ₦300,000 and gave it to her to start a business.
Mind you, at this point:
I was handling feeding
rent
clothing
and most household expenses
My brother was contributing nothing, and I never complained or pressured anyone. I carried everything alone.
Later, I lost my job and entered a broke phase again. I was still managing to make money online without structure, and we survived partly on the business I opened for her. That business eventually crashed, and as usual, she took no accountability for it.
After that, she went fully into farming. I clearly told her I hate farming and begged her not to involve me in it. Despite that, she kept forcing me, threatening that if I didn’t help, I would not eat from the farm produce.
This hurt me deeply, because when I was the one providing, I never once threatened my family with hunger.
THE INCIDENT THAT LED TO EVERYTHING
Today, she was pounding fufu. I was not in the mood and clearly told her I didn’t want to pound. I said she should find another means and I would help in other ways but pounding was a firm no.
Her response was that I would not eat from the food.
I stepped out to hustle for money as usual and came back later to eat. When I got to the kitchen, my mother stopped me from eating. At that point, everything inside me snapped. I told her that if I would not eat, then nobody would eat.
In anger and frustration built over years, I carried the pot of soup and threw it away.
She immediately started laying curses on me calling me a cursed child, saying I would never make it in life despite the fact that I have carried her and this family since my father died.
After struggling over the pot, she ran outside, called neighbors, and threatened to have me arrested. She told everyone I was wicked and cursed. As usual, it was me against her and the world. The neighbors only saw an angry son, not the years of sacrifice behind it.
She openly said she no longer wants anything to do with me.
The painful irony is this:
I am broke today largely because she has always made decisions for my life, blocked opportunities, and drained what little progress I made. My brother, who obeys everything she says, is also suffering silently but cannot speak.
HOW I FEEL NOW
I am exhausted.
I feel used, manipulated, and painted as a villain.
I feel like the more I sacrifice, the more control is taken from me.
I am fed up.
I don’t feel like I have a mother in this situation I feel like I have an opponent.

You are a guy? I thought you were a girl. By 17 you ought to have figured out your ma and known what to do before she foqd u up

Dtruthspeaker:
You are a guy? I thought you were a girl. By 17 you ought to have figured out your ma and known what to do before she foqd u up

I didn't know and I guess I was naive

Bored child.

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Lalalasky:
This is long...
My father died in 2017, I was 17years old and from that point, my life changed completely. I became the one carrying the responsibility of this family far earlier than I should have.
When it was time for me to go to school, my late father’s family agreed to sponsor my education. Instead of supporting it, my mother blocked it completely. Because of the hatred she had for my father and his family, she rejected their help and continued to paint my father in a bad light even after his death. That decision alone altered the course of my life.
Instead of school, she pushed me into serving an oga and learning sales against my will. I stayed there for about two years, and it did not work out. When I came back, I was 20 years old, already behind my mates.
From there, I started working in factories, struggling to earn money and bring it home. I denied myself basic things I didn’t buy clothes, didn’t enjoy my youth everything went into the house. At some point, she even wanted to be holding my salary, controlling it completely.
Eventually, I found a place where I started making a reasonable amount of money. At the time, where we were living was terrible, so with the little progress I made, I paid rent for a room-and-parlour apartment, bought furniture, bought her a big bed, bought a TV, and tried to give the family a better standard of living.
I was 22 years old, doing all of this.
I told my mother I wanted to save money and set myself up properly so I wouldn’t depend on one source of income forever. Instead of support, she insisted that I must “settle her” first before thinking about my future.
When I told her I wanted to leave the house to seek greener pastures, she refused unless I gave her money. Eventually, I counted ₦300,000 and gave it to her to start a business.
Mind you, at this point:
I was handling feeding
rent
clothing
and most household expenses
My brother was contributing nothing, and I never complained or pressured anyone. I carried everything alone.
Later, I lost my job and entered a broke phase again. I was still managing to make money online without structure, and we survived partly on the business I opened for her. That business eventually crashed, and as usual, she took no accountability for it.
After that, she went fully into farming. I clearly told her I hate farming and begged her not to involve me in it. Despite that, she kept forcing me, threatening that if I didn’t help, I would not eat from the farm produce.
This hurt me deeply, because when I was the one providing, I never once threatened my family with hunger.
THE INCIDENT THAT LED TO EVERYTHING
Today, she was pounding fufu. I was not in the mood and clearly told her I didn’t want to pound. I said she should find another means and I would help in other ways but pounding was a firm no.
Her response was that I would not eat from the food.
I stepped out to hustle for money as usual and came back later to eat. When I got to the kitchen, my mother stopped me from eating. At that point, everything inside me snapped. I told her that if I would not eat, then nobody would eat.
In anger and frustration built over years, I carried the pot of soup and threw it away.
She immediately started laying curses on me calling me a cursed child, saying I would never make it in life despite the fact that I have carried her and this family since my father died.
After struggling over the pot, she ran outside, called neighbors, and threatened to have me arrested. She told everyone I was wicked and cursed. As usual, it was me against her and the world. The neighbors only saw an angry son, not the years of sacrifice behind it.
She openly said she no longer wants anything to do with me.
The painful irony is this:
I am broke today largely because she has always made decisions for my life, blocked opportunities, and drained what little progress I made. My brother, who obeys everything she says, is also suffering silently but cannot speak.
HOW I FEEL NOW
I am exhausted.
I feel used, manipulated, and painted as a villain.
I feel like the more I sacrifice, the more control is taken from me.
I am fed up.
I don’t feel like I have a mother in this situation I feel like I have an opponent.

Better try and reconnect with your papa people dem.

The earlier the better.

I feel for you though, such is life.

Lalalasky:
I didn't know and I guess I was naive

No, you were not. You just did not care for yourself continuing to trust and believe who has been showing you signs she hates you

The same way she frustrated the man until he kpai. Separate yourself from her for now. Staying with her will not profit you anything

Lalalasky:
This is long...
My father died in 2017, I was 17years old and from that point, my life changed completely. I became the one carrying the responsibility of this family far earlier than I should have.
When it was time for me to go to school, my late father’s family agreed to sponsor my education. Instead of supporting it, my mother blocked it completely. Because of the hatred she had for my father and his family, she rejected their help and continued to paint my father in a bad light even after his death. That decision alone altered the course of my life.
Instead of school, she pushed me into serving an oga and learning sales against my will. I stayed there for about two years, and it did not work out. When I came back, I was 20 years old, already behind my mates.
From there, I started working in factories, struggling to earn money and bring it home. I denied myself basic things I didn’t buy clothes, didn’t enjoy my youth everything went into the house. At some point, she even wanted to be holding my salary, controlling it completely.
Eventually, I found a place where I started making a reasonable amount of money. At the time, where we were living was terrible, so with the little progress I made, I paid rent for a room-and-parlour apartment, bought furniture, bought her a big bed, bought a TV, and tried to give the family a better standard of living.
I was 22 years old, doing all of this.
I told my mother I wanted to save money and set myself up properly so I wouldn’t depend on one source of income forever. Instead of support, she insisted that I must “settle her” first before thinking about my future.
When I told her I wanted to leave the house to seek greener pastures, she refused unless I gave her money. Eventually, I counted ₦300,000 and gave it to her to start a business.
Mind you, at this point:
I was handling feeding
rent
clothing
and most household expenses
My brother was contributing nothing, and I never complained or pressured anyone. I carried everything alone.
Later, I lost my job and entered a broke phase again. I was still managing to make money online without structure, and we survived partly on the business I opened for her. That business eventually crashed, and as usual, she took no accountability for it.
After that, she went fully into farming. I clearly told her I hate farming and begged her not to involve me in it. Despite that, she kept forcing me, threatening that if I didn’t help, I would not eat from the farm produce.
This hurt me deeply, because when I was the one providing, I never once threatened my family with hunger.
THE INCIDENT THAT LED TO EVERYTHING
Today, she was pounding fufu. I was not in the mood and clearly told her I didn’t want to pound. I said she should find another means and I would help in other ways but pounding was a firm no.
Her response was that I would not eat from the food.
I stepped out to hustle for money as usual and came back later to eat. When I got to the kitchen, my mother stopped me from eating. At that point, everything inside me snapped. I told her that if I would not eat, then nobody would eat.
In anger and frustration built over years, I carried the pot of soup and threw it away.
She immediately started laying curses on me calling me a cursed child, saying I would never make it in life despite the fact that I have carried her and this family since my father died.
After struggling over the pot, she ran outside, called neighbors, and threatened to have me arrested. She told everyone I was wicked and cursed. As usual, it was me against her and the world. The neighbors only saw an angry son, not the years of sacrifice behind it.
She openly said she no longer wants anything to do with me.
The painful irony is this:
I am broke today largely because she has always made decisions for my life, blocked opportunities, and drained what little progress I made. My brother, who obeys everything she says, is also suffering silently but cannot speak.
HOW I FEEL NOW
I am exhausted.
I feel used, manipulated, and painted as a villain.
I feel like the more I sacrifice, the more control is taken from me.
I am fed up.
I don’t feel like I have a mother in this situation I feel like I have an opponent.

this same story with different op name. likely a fabricated tales by moon light.

It doesn't make u smart bro....

gerizzim:
this same story with different op name. likely a fabricated tales by moon light.