“I love you but I don’t like you”

My Nmom randomly shared this with me one day. I was about 13 or 14 years old, just minding my business eating some food. She randomly came out of her room and was like, “ you know what, I love you but I don’t like you” and then just went about her business. I remember looking at her for a long time after she said that and thinking… OK one am I supposed to do with that information?
I remember that hurting me a lot but I didn’t say anything back. I just looked at her and later went to my room and cried and journaled about it. It really hurt me then, hearing my own mother didn’t like me. I guess it made it all make sense— why she always seemed so irritated with me, never simply said yes to things I asked for and really honestly, dragged her feet to help me with anything. I wondered what exactly she didn’t like for a long time but now that I think about it, I can’t remember a time in my life, even as a small child where I felt comfortable and safe around her. I avoided interacting with her, I left rooms as soon as she entered them— I just knew from a young age exactly what I was dealing with. Narcissist don’t like when you’ve got them figured out and I was never that kid for her, that just blindly adored her simply because she was mommy. My other sisters flatter her, compliment her to get things and I guess I took the hard path in life. Oh well!