Barren Mother Novels & Stories

Not even the pain could relieve me of the despair and panic I felt. Eventually, I went into my mother's bedroom and asked, "Mom, if you never loved me, why'd you give birth to me?" Her eyes were closed, and she said nothing, but I knew she wasn't asleep. If she wouldn't deign to answer my question when she was alive, she had even less of a reason to do so now that I was dead. No one could hear the dead, not even my mother.

She continued her praise in a whisper, “He's still so great!” “You know? Destroying someone else's home is more disgraceful than losing your virginity,” Ben quipped. Ben's own biological mother had been widowed, the difference being that the first marriage did not produce children. Who do people want to complain to when a woman is considered barren? The presence of his biological papa proves that the fault is not with the mother. However, Ben's existence is also the result of infidelity. A woman who has an affair after being cheated on. It's a catchy title, but there's a lot of hurt in it.

“Are you afraid and don’t like it when I speak badly about your wife, huh?! “If she is indeed barren, you’d better divorce her quickly!” “Mom ... stop talking about Liora being barren!” Daren’s voice rose. Martina spoke again. “Everyone has started asking, even my friends! Aren’t you ashamed to have a barren wife? Or is there really something wrong with your wife?” Daren stared at his mother sharply. “Stop it, Mom. Don’t go too far by saying bad things about Liora!” Daren shouted; he clearly kept defending his wife.

From the sudden elevated quality of their conversation, it is obvious that they intended me to hear every word they are saying. “Oh Lena, It’s tragic really,” a silver spoon chimed against fine porcelain as my mother-in-law bemoaned her fate. “Three years and she’s still barren. Our family has tolerated her presence and for what–no child, no degree, no career,” she huffed, “What a disappointment.” “It’s a shame, really,” Lena agrees eagerly with her mother, her catty words loud as she delicately crunches a bit of avocado toast. “If Misha’s first love hadn’t left the country you’d already be a grandmother…”

No interruptions allowed. I knew something like this was going to happen, but the sight alone drained all my strength. I collapsed to the ground, shaking uncontrollably. Five years. For five years, I took the 'multivitamins' not knowing it was a contraceptive. And I was dreaming about raising a family with him. A family with children. I had to suffer the looks his mother gave me, and the one who told me that matching souls was the most important part in a relationship already had children of his own.

Then he said the word. “Barren.” Everything inside me went still. That word had once followed me everywhere. It had lived in my head during sleepless nights. It had made me question my body. My worth. My womanhood. Even after Daniel and Elena were born, part of me still remembered the woman who had cried alone because her husband had convinced her she was defective. I looked directly into Jason’s eyes. “You don’t get to call me that anymore.” “I know.” “You don’t get to apologize now and pretend those words didn’t destroy me.”

"You didn't care that Julia was suffering from severe heatstroke. You didn't believe it when a student reported her condition to you. You even stopped Mr. Hodge when he was trying to save her! So you're afraid that people might accuse you of playing favorites, huh?" Dad slowly stepped closer to Mom. "Congratulations. You made it. No one will dare accuse you of playing favorites now. "Everyone in this world now knows that you, Monica Campbell, are the strictest and most impartial woman alive—and you achieved that by sacrificing your daughter's life. How the hell are you even fit to be called a mother?" He practically shouted at the last few words. Mom's knees buckled, and her body slid right

"You old hag. You used to control all the money in the house! You must have hidden a lot away somewhere. Tell me where it is!" Jason looked at our mom's appearance with open disgust, wrinkling his nose. "What bad luck. You look exactly like that useless Erwin. I'm your only son left now. If you don't give me the money, even if you get out someday, you'll just be waiting to die!" Her mind was already completely broken. However, when she heard Jason's words, she suddenly raised her head. Looking at him, she suddenly remembered that old software. The software that had torn this family apart.

I have always been fair to my sons, but Tim, the eldest, always complains that I'm never fair to him. It's unfair for him that I stopped him from eating seafood because of his allergies. It's unfair for him when my husband and I refused to take him to the amusement park, when his brother was bleeding profusely after a bad fall. It's unfair for him that we didn't buy the exact same shirt as Joe's because he wasn't the same size. As long as I don't do what he wants, he will keep calling me unfair. Later, he brought home a delinquent, saying she's his fiancee. When I refused to give them my blessing, he took to the internet, complaining that I was a control freak and I had been unfair for

The people seated in the living room looked at themselves in surprise. "godmother, this man is too strict? He looks too impossible to reach," Carlton let out in frustration. "As long as he has blood and water running through him, we'll get him. Let's leave," Nell said and stood. Others stood and walked out with her. * Ba stood before his mirror with a very stern and harsh gaze, "a better time to fish out whom my real enemies are," he said to himself then pulled away the ugly and scarred mask off his face.