Why does she hate me?

I don’t care if she hates me because she’s a stranger to me, but I always wondered why. I’ve literally never done anything to her up until I reported her to CPS and the police.

I’d get good grades, be good in school, and mind my business. For a while until I was 15 I would do everything she said. All of that was still not enough. She still found an issue. She’d tell me my siblings were smarter (and not to toot my own horn but they really weren’t. Even when I went through my bouts of depression I still made better grades than them) or that she was smarter so I shouldn’t think too highly of my accomplishments. She didn’t attend my graduation for high school. When I got into college she wasn’t happy because she thought I wouldn’t get into college and wasn’t gonna pay. I don’t understand.

I was the textbook goody two shoes and I remember she and her best friend would downplay the good comments of my teachers at conferences and talk shit about me in front of me with the teachers. My mother’s best friend hated me too. Some girl was jealous of me so she lied on me to the best friend of my mom and the best friend knew what that girl was saying was NOT in my character at all as I was deeply religious as a kid, but she still took that girl’s side over me. My mom‘s best friend even admitted I don’t talk that way but still used that situation— even years after elementary school — to put me down.

It’s confusing. I remember I got into a fight with my brother last year around this time and he was saying how he was smarter than me and better than me because our mother said so, but it was clearly not the truth because he consistently gets Cs and Ds. I really don’t get it.

I can go on about everyone else because there were a lot of people in my life that were nothing but jealous of me and would try to knock me down a peg but it is deeply confusing because I’ve been nothing but good to those people. I wouldn’t brag about my intelligence. I would not bully people. I would help people only to be stepped on later. The only time I would be slightly mean if it was a situation where I needed to stand up for myself against a bully, but I would always be made out to be the bad guy. I don’t get it.

Especially my mother. She hated me from a young age and would try to put me against my brother the moment he was born.