Ash, let me break something own for you. Your mother does indeed hate you. In fact she never loved you. Look how young and beautiful she is. Beautiful enough to win a swimsuit competition, even against much younger girls. Charming enough to easily get along with almost anyone she meets, and even turn the grumpiest of Mr. Mimes into a loyal and loving servant. The world was her oyster Ash. She could have easily become the model and powerful pokemon trainer she wanted to be, until that one frisky encounter with that one anonymous trainer, which conceived you. Your birth alone forever confined your mother to some crap town in the Kanto boonies .She had to give up her easily attainable success as one of the greatest models and trainers of our time to establish a good and honest home for her young son. Then, that day finally came, that day where her son got to receive his own pokemon, and pursue the dream she never got to have. And what do you fucking do? You fucking sleep in. You sleep in and become the laughing stock of every local trainer, the only pokemon you get being some shitty compensation pikachu. She is crushed, she is enraged, but like a good mother she hides it, like she has for the past ten years. But soon you will be off on your own journey, so she smiles. Soon she will finally have a life of her own. But you always come back. Your mother is happy. She even has a pokemon to help her maintain the house, but you always come back, sometimes even with your friends, only to once again be a burden upon her.But what's worst of all is that every time you come back you have not accomplished anything. Despite having traveled hundreds of miles across multiple regions, and having challenged almost every trainer you meet there, what little pokemon you actually catch come back common under-leveled, only serving to take up a little more space at Professor Oak's ranch. You come back without any tournament wins, with a handful of easily obtainable badges, and no new skill.
