Cosas Que Nunca Hable Con Mi Madre Novels & Stories

My mother is one that you cannot read,she behaves in a so and so way that I don't even understand, we live in the same house but we do not speak to other,I feel she's like that from the violence she receives. You spoke of the assignment everyday,you wanted to understand us,to know about our family and relationship with friend. You told us about you,you can't have a child,it sounded pitiful but I didn't pity you,I envied you.Because it is better not to have a child than to be like my pitiable mom. Have you heard of family secrets,things you're never supposed to share with people outside your home,I'm about to share one with you.

my mother snapped, her voice sharp with a furious indignation. I ignored her, the words pouring out of me in a frantic, unstoppable rush. "You didn't even believe me when I told you I was innocent. You didn't believe me when I told you I never used drugs. Instead, you cut me off. You didn't even stand up for me. So, let me ask you a question. What's my favorite color? What's my favorite food? What's my biggest fear? You can't answer, can you? It's sad. You don't even know your only child.

I said to my mom as I smiled at her. “What have you been thinking about? Hope it’s nothing too serious, you can talk to mama, you know I gave birth to you ans there is actually nothing that you can’t tell me right?” Mom said as she placed her two arms behind me and pulled my body closer to hers. “It’s nothing too serious mama, I only miss my roommate,I miss our silly chit chats, that’s all,” I said to my mom as I reached for her checks and pecked her.

my mother asks “Of course I do. My father is the father figure who has made me a confident woman. He is my safe place just like my brothers, Mother. “Then why do you want to deprive your children of that safe place?” my mother asks with annoyance. “Do you think he doesn't know because I don't want to tell him?!” I ask angrily. “I don't know, Rain! You don't talk about that man and you don't seem to want to communicate with him! You don't even show interest in telling him now! “Because I already tried to talk to him! She can't even talk to him directly because his fiancée answered her phone!” I shout and she looks at me in amazement, as the elevator doors open.

The weight of this encounter hangs heavy in the air, and I can't help but feel overwhelmed by the fact that all I know about them is what my mother has told me before she passed away. As I sit here, waiting to meet them, memories of my mother flood my mind. I can hear her voice echoing in my ears as she shares snippets of her childhood with me. She spoke of her parents with a bittersweet fondness, painting a picture of love and warmth that I yearn to experience firsthand. However, the reality of the situation is that I am about to meet them without my mother by my side. It's a bittersweet moment, one that fills me with both joy and sadness.

And nothing will ever stop me from finally achieving my dream. “I couldn’t imagine killing my mamá. She was a kind woman. Innocent and naive of the darkness of the world. As for my padre, without question.” I answered honestly. My mother was a good woman who didn’t know what she married. No, she was left in the dark until it was too late, which cost her everything.

I said to Mia. The girls have been with me, they haven’t left my side, I know I never had a good relationship with my father and after he left I hated him more. “I just wish I could go back in time and not know this,” I said to them. “You know you have to speak to your mother,” Vicky said. “It’s not going to be easy Laura but you have to do it,” Layla said, Bella held my hands softly. “I know, I just don’t know how to start the conversation,” I replied. “I can’t even have this conversation with her without crying.” I inhaled in. I wiped my tears with my hand and breathed out.

My mother just keeps looking at me with angry/sad eyes. "Dad, honestly, never in my life have I considered talking to you about anything,” I say, over exaggerating a little but it’s still true, “I mean, really, when have we ever had a conversation?" Both my parents stay silent now. This is a subject they don’t like to talk about because they both know they’re not the best parents.

"I wanted to. I tried. But I didn't know how." "You couldn't tell me?" Her voice cracked and rose and I could hear the anger underneath the pain. "I asked you several times if everything was okay. I know I'm not the best mother but I always tried to talk to you. I always tried to be there for you. And you couldn't tell me you were fucking the son of my fiancé?" My mother never used the F word on me. In my entire life, through every argument and every disappointment and every time I had pushed her to her absolute limit, she had never once cursed at me.

my mother asked, taking hold of my hand as she noticed my sadness. “Nothing,” I responded. “I am your mother. You can tell me anything. Is it a man?” She questioned me, rubbing my hand that was in hers. I sighed and spilled it all, excluding the contract. I didn’t want her to feel like she had trapped me again. “You’re indeed reckless, like your mother.” She released my hand and leaned back, her back against the bedrest. “I have a piece of advice, but let me tell you a story first.”