Novel & Cerita Desperate Single Mom

She grabbed his shoulders tightly, shaking him slightly. "If something happens to you, I don’t think I’d survive. When your father left me, I was just 21, left with a three-year-old boy and a seven-month-old baby in my womb. I didn’t think I could do it alone. I was depressed, I was sad, I had no one. My family abandoned me because I chose him over them. But… you gave me strength, Derick," she sobbed harder. "What gave me strength every day as a single mother was looking at your face. When you called me 'Mum', it gave me strength. Derick, you are my life. If something happens to you, I don’t think I’d survive."

Selena left Alex under Mom's care and took a job as a sales clerk. They started cutting back and living frugally, making their monthly payments on time. A year later, they even began repaying the money I had spent covering Howard's mortgage, little by little. As for Mom, without my support, she could no longer put on airs. She spent her days caring for Alex, dealing with the trivialities and strain of everyday life. From time to time, I'd hear updates from relatives about their chaotic, struggling lives. I would just smile faintly. None of it had anything to do with me anymore.

“So I can’t guarantee you any help.” I glanced briefly at the time on my watch before looking back at her. “I have work to do. You should leave.” “Please,” she said quickly, Desperation cracked through her voice instantly. “I have a baby to take care of.” Her grip tightened shakily around the child. “We barely have enough to eat sometimes. Mom is sick and her medications are expensive and—” She stopped to inhale shakily. “I know you don’t owe us anything,” she whispered. “But please… you’re the only person who can help.”

And yet, staring at my baby, I knew I couldn’t stop. Because what was a mother without her child? I didn’t have the money. I didn’t have support. But I had desperation. And sometimes… that was enough to move mountains. I wiped my tears, looked at my mother, and whispered, “I’ll find a way. Even if I have to beg on the streets… I’ll find a way, Mamma.”

Whenever the night fell deep and quiet, the familiar craving would flare up within me. It was an unbearable itch, like countless snakes writhing under my skin, always leaving me starving for more. Ever since my husband, Damon Neal, died in an accident, my body had been deprived of his touch and had grown increasingly insatiable by the day. I had exhausted every makeshift remedy at home, but it was never enough. I was at my prime age, where my needs ruled me so much that they painfully yet sweetly intruded on my daily life.

Kathy remarked. As Maricela observed that Kathy was not taking the bait, she began to feel increasingly breathless. "Kathy, I implore you for assistance. I'm not hesitant to confide in you that I hail from a single-parent household. My mother is the sole provider in our family, but she has grown accustomed to the lavish lifestyle we once enjoyed. With little of my father's inheritance remaining, if this situation persists, our family will soon struggle to make ends meet!" Observing Maricela's pitiful demeanor, Kathy folded her arms across her chest and regarded her thoughtfully.

It was only a matter of time before I was cast out. I was not going to drag her down with me. I was going to pull her up. I was going to be the mother that she deserved. I couldn't do that to her. Letting out a slow breath, I scrolled through the listings, my eyes scanning through the details. I wasn’t delusional, I knew that finding a job while being a single mother and living under the same roof as Damon wouldn’t be easy. But I had to try. I had to do everything that I could to make sure that this worked.

“She’s doing the best that she can. She works in that damn strip club to pay for Owen’s food, and I can tell you right now, if I had no money and no support, I wouldn’t think twice about any job that provided stability for my kids.” “You wouldn’t work there,” Joshua grumbles. Natasha turns on him like a crazy person. “I would sleep with the fucking devil to give my kids a home, and you should know that every decent mother on the planet would do the same,” she yells as she slams her hand down on the counter. “Have you two deviated so far from reality with your privileged life that you have lost all compassion?” “Obviously, they have,” Murph mutters under his breath.

"Hehe, you've figured it out." Emily playfully twirled a strand of her hair before adopting a serious tone. "Actually, you can look at this matter from a multifaceted perspective. For example, you own a small company now. While you may not be filthy rich, you don’t have to worry about your basic needs and you can afford to hire help and provide for your children. But now, imagine an ordinary working woman from an average family background, education, and job skills, who’s in the midst of building her career. For her, being a single mother presents a tremendous challenge. Besides, don't you find nurturing a baby into an adult incredibly rewarding?"

She could be here alone… without a man sitting beside her, without the father of her child sitting beside her. She didn’t need him. She didn’t need Adrian Moore. She could do this – alone. There’re a lot of single mothers nowadays. She would be one of them. Yes, come on, Liz. You can do this!