When did you realize your mom was jealous of you?

The Betrayal Uncovered

My mother called Harvard pretending I was a credit card thief to destroy my future. So I cut her off and built a life without her.

Years later, she lost everything trying to destroy me again. And now she needs my help.

My mom is the academic baddy of the family. She has three degrees and one PhD, all from Ivy Leagues.

Whenever I won an academic award, she’d brag about it for weeks. She would say it was all because of her.

That was her thing. It was like she still wanted to hang on to her glory days.

Well, I wasn’t going to be the one to ruin that. So when she wanted all of my college application essays to go through her first, I let her.

After all, she was the one to get my GPA up to 4.2. But then something strange happened.

No college was accepting me. I never received a single rejection email either.

Instead, I got angry, sometimes even threatening ones. Harvard said my essay was a disgrace, and Brown threatened to have me blacklisted from other schools.

It was around this time that I started to notice a pattern. Every time I got rejected, she got this look in her eyes like she’d known all along.

It was like she wanted it that way. But there was only one college I actually wanted to go to, University of North Carolina, Charlotte.

I never told my mom about it because it wasn’t an Ivy League. Plus, I didn’t want her to think I was a failure for not getting accepted into yet another college.

But then something strange happened. I got an interview within just 2 weeks of applying.

They told me I was exactly the kind of student they were looking for. And that evening, I couldn’t help myself.

I did the craziest thing known to mankind. I told my mother.

Despite everything, I still expected her to jump up with excitement or at least smile. But no, instead she just said, “That’s wonderful, sweetie, but don’t get too excited. You don’t want to be disappointed.”

I stared at her blankly. It was the first time I asked myself whether my mom really wanted the best for me.

I reminded myself about all the hours she had put into making me study. How my GPA was only high because of her.

I told myself the same thing she’s always said to me, that I was being ungrateful. But after a week, I finally snapped because my dream college told me I was the perfect candidate.

A week later, I got the email from UN Charlotte. There it was in plain red aerial font, “Rejected.”

It was the nastiest email I had ever seen. It didn’t even mention my grades, just talked about my poor character.

But I wasn’t confused. I knew that somehow my mom was behind it.

So I stopped telling her anything. I found a tiny school three states away that she’d never heard of.

I applied in secret, got in, and packed my car the day after graduation. I left while she was at her stupid book club.

For the first few weeks, she called me everyday. I never picked up because every time she would leave me a cute little voice recording.

One was 5 minutes long where she described how much of an embarrassment I was to the family name. Another said I was sabotaging everything she had worked for.

My favorite said that I was going to end up in a dead-end job at 30 and end up dying alone. Like, mom, isn’t that you?

Lol. Anyway, I blocked her after that, and most of my family took my side.

Fast forward 5 years and I’m now a parallegal with an amazing salary and prospective job. I was joking to my coworker about how we both thought we’d never get into college when she asked what my GPA was.

“4.2.” “What?” She exclaimed.

“How the EF did you struggle to get in?” Before I could even respond, she picked up her phone and called her dad.

“My dad’s a college admission officer. Sorry, but I need to know what happened.” I just smiled.

Daisy had always been a little quirky. “Daddy, do you know a Zepharine counter?”

My name. By this point, I was almost keeled over from how hard I was laughing, swatting the phone to try and get her to give up.

But as soon as he responded, my body went still. From 2019 to Harvard, Daisy was smiling, but I wasn’t.

“Yes, Daddy. I knew your memory was still good. Why didn’t she get accepted?” “She’s the girl whose mother called.”

The entire staff was gossiping about it for months after. My heart dropped.

After 4 years, I finally figured it out. My mom called saying I had been stealing her credit cards and that I was unstable.

She put on such a good act that they flagged my application immediately. They flagged my name in the shared database all colleges had access to.