"I hate you."

A few years ago I read something about truthfulness, and that when a person is angry, that is when the truth comes out. And I felt it made a lot of sense, so I always remembered that. 

One day, my mother asked me to do the laundry, so I went to go get my clothes and I put them in the washer and she cleaned them. But after they were done and I had put them away, she asked me if I put the laundry from behind her door (we don't have a hamper) in the washer too. And I didn't, because she didn't tell me to, so I figured it was already in the washer. 

She got really, really mad at me, and she told me she hated me. 

I went to bed early that night and cried until I fell asleep, thinking about how when people are mad they tell the truth. 

My mother has told me she hated me on 5 different occasions since then, and during all of those times, she was very mad.