How do I cope with my mother telling me she wishes she never had me?

Your mother uses you as a container of anger, her anger for your biological father, she dislikes her choice.

You said that she is sometimes warm, this is a pattern of abusive relationship, sometimes they are good, and they are also terrible

You may accept that she never accepts your approval and may need to always raise the bar to a level you can not reach. Use your total energy trying to make other people happy, you can only steal energy from your own happiness, and it will make you feel like you are depressed

Over the years your mother has been struggling to become a single mother. This obviously makes her resentful with pain. It is possible for her to heal those wounds, become mothers, and always become her own warm side.

Looking at this women's treatment video named Iyanla, she is amazing ... This may help to generate some ideas around you.

There are some good answers to think here, I hope that you will eventually find a person you love you, not who you are.

The best wish is to navigate in this situation and lead you to a happy and happy place.

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