Black Moms Be Like Vine Novels & Stories

As Vivian glanced down at her phone and saw a text from her mother, a wave of mixed emotions washed over her. A sinking feeling settled in her stomach, accompanied by a familiar sense of sadness and frustration. She knew from experience that her mother had a knack for using emotional blackmail to manipulate her. Reading the words on the screen, her heart sunk even further. The message accused Vivian of not showing up to support her sister, implying that she was selfish or uncaring. It struck a nerve deep within her, reopening old wounds and stirring up memories of a painful incident.

Margaret had always been persistent and there was no use keeping her waiting, so I answered. "Mother." I called. Her voice came through immediately with that quality of a woman who had seen something public involving her family and had several things to say about it. "Jonathan Blackwood," she said. "I saw a video online that is currently being shared by eight different news accounts. A park, police and a baby. I believe I need an explanation." "You do," I said. "But, I'm kind of busy now." "Jonathan!!" "Tomorrow, Mother. I promise." I kept my voice even. "There are things happening right now that I need to handle first."

Just like night we spent together watching a movie, I had to sit in till it reduces back to it’s normal size. Violet has become a big problem to Handel , she seems to have grown a tough skin the way she stares,I couldn’t tell if this was my fantasies talking or I had it all right . The cold water poured down my body,washing away every stress I had felt today. My eyes sprung open knowing I was too meet mum. Black had always been Moms favorite color and I have been made to please her. Mom meeting Violet wasn’t the best idea, I had thought. Hesitating had only made her demand more, calling Kang to set a meeting was the least she would do.

"We missed you bigtime, Bubu bear." "Missed you, too, Mom," Ira planted a kiss on his mother's cheek. "You don't have to call me Bubu bear for Pete's sake." Chloe caught a glimpse of his awkward smile which she found utterly ludicrous. Helena pulled away from their hug and giddily pinched both of his prominent sexy cheeks. She could tell Ira got his undeniable good looks from his mestiza Filipina mom while the authoritative manner was from his half-Turkish, half-Italian father. Such a great combination of DNA, she ought to herself. Not too long they were all settled in the spacious lounge area where a middle-aged woman showed up to serve assorted refreshments and tarts. It was as if Chloe's

Then Mrs Blackwood walked up to me too. "Since you are calling him dad, that means you will be calling me mom too. Look, Vincent might look tough on the outside but he is actually a big softie on the inside. Give him time and don't give up on him. I hope after a year, you both won't think about getting a divorce. Welcome to the family my child " she said and hugged me too. I guess the Blackwood families are huggers. Then Vincent's brother, Everett came up to me. We have actually never spoke that well.

Just as I had expected my mom's friends are all here, at least the ones I can remember. “Oh Ivy look how grown you've become, just take a look at those big boobs of yours” one of them exclaims and I immediately start to feel uncomfortable. This is one of the many reasons why I don't like them at all. “Oh stop it, those little things” mom says and they all laugh. What a great way to boost my body image mom. “Where's your husband?” One asks, the one I know to be Velma. “Oh he's right outside his G-wagon” mom says not missing the opportunity to brag.

Everyone knows she’s just jealous. I smiled despite everything. *Thanks man. I appreciate it.* More texts came in. Other kids from school. Some I barely knew. *Your real mom is way prettier than your stepmom lol* *That lady’s posts were unhinged. Your mom didn’t even respond which makes her look classy af* *My mom said Vivian Cross is having a midlife crisis. Is that true?* I didn’t respond to all of them. But I saved them. Because they were proof that people saw the truth. That Vivian’s lies weren’t working.

I didn't sleep. I spent the night sitting on the floor of my bedroom, listening to my mother pass out in the living room, staring at the screen of my phone. The notification had come through at 2:00 AM. A single ping that sounded like a gunshot in the silent house. Blackridge Buzz: New Video Uploaded. I hadn't watched it. I didn't need to. I had lived it. But the comments... I couldn't stop reading the comments. “Omg is that her mom?” “Evans Thorpe was at THAT house?” “Explains why she wears those hoodies. Hiding the smell of cheap gin.” “Trailer trash trying to marry up. Classic.”

Opening them again, my gaze hit the moonlight radiating through my blinds. I must have slept all afternoon. Reaching for my phone, I tapped into my I*******m account. Aunt Vanessa uploaded new photos. My fingers trembled as I clicked on it. They were all photos of her, having fun with Cheryl and Mother and a few other women. The last photo, though, left me struggling for breath. Vince's tattooed arm was around her waist, and he was kissing her neck. It was the most intimate pose. Like I wanted to break my heart even more, I clicked the comments. Vince's comment was the first and it had over three hundred thousand reactions.

If it had been before, I probably would have cried out of pure frustration and injustice. But now, I just found it pathetic. It was always the same old trick. Vincent would play the victim, and everyone would believe that I was the one in the wrong. However, what I didn't expect was to see a very familiar name among the comments. It was Mom. She didn't know it was Vincent's alternate account. She probably thought it was just a post by some random internet stranger.