She was living near a large horse farm in central Pennsylvania. Before or after Doug's mother gave birth to him, her husband left them. She tried to take care of her son alone, but she felt tired day by day. She began to see her son as his father's brat, a life-draining being left to her. She began to hate him as his appearance and behaviors became more and more like his father's, but she couldn't leave him because it was against the law. She had begun to mistreat Doug; kept him in the dark for hours, said she enjoyed hearing him beg, heavily implying she gets some sort of sadistic gratification of mistreating Doug and making him fear her.
Happy birthday my little Dougie! Five years old! You're getting so big! Do you know how much I love you? I'm so sorry that I can't be there spend time with you today. Things are hard right now, so Mommy has to work. Don't feel sad though! Today is your Birthday and Mommy left you a surprise! Look downstairs in the kitchen. I bought you a new friend! He'll keep you company whenever I'm not around.
I'll see you when I get home, sweetheart. Always remember that I love you!
Love you forever & ever!
-Mom
Note 2
March 4th, 1963
Dougie is 8 now. I shouldn't hate him, but i can't help it. Everyday he looks more & more like his father. He acts & sounds more and more like him too. He used to be sweet & cute. Now when I look at him all I see is that miserable bastard's face. It makes me feel sick to my stomach that I'm raising him by myself, while he's out there enjoying his life with some tramp somewhere. Life is never fair.
The other day, he dropped one of the glasses in the kitchen. Such a simple thing, but it instantly filled me with an uncontrollable rage. I locked him in a closet as punishment - mainly so that I wouldn't beat him. He begged me to let him out and said that the dark scared him. The other mothers would be shocked to hear me say this, but I enjoyed hearing him beg. I left him in there for hours. He eventually stopped crying. Maybe I never had any maternal instincts to begin with? That thought doesn't bother me so much anymore though
Now all I can think, everyday, is that I should have listened to my mother. When he was born, she told me to give him up and I didn't listen. She told me not to marry his father and I didn't listen to that either. I should have listened. I was such a foolish girl. There are so many thing I could have done. So many dreams I might have fulfilled. Now I'm trapped and time just keep going by faster and faster.
When I look at myself in the mirror, I can see my age starting to set in. I'm not as young as I once was and raising him is wasting what little youth I have left. I spend every moment either working to provide for him or taking care of him. It never ends! It feels like I can't breathe. I also can't abandon him even if I wanted to. It's against the law after all. Not to mention that once word got around. I'd be a pariah in the community. They'd all judge and cast me out! Of course, nobody judged him for leaving. No, not him. He's a man. His buddies probably gave him high fives and cheap cigars to celebrate. Meanwhile, I'm stuck here with his brat.
Being a single mother is hard. For now, all I can do is make him suffer every now and then. He can suffer as I have suffered.
Trivia[]
Mama Bear is heavily implied to be the representation of her.
Considering the fact that Mama Bear is revealed to be a demonic amalgamation of the souls of abusive mothers who destroyed and sabotaged the lives of their own children with their twisted idea of love, it's quite possible that Doug's mother may have become one of the trapped souls that comprise Mama Bear.
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Her 5th Birthday Present to Doug (Twisted by Nightmare)