Desperate Single Mom Novels & Stories

He breathed out “Yes… Yes I am. Only if you don’t mind telling, I really don't mind if you don't wanna tell.” “I don't mind” My voice grew quieter. “I am a single mum. Her father left before she was born. As soon as he figured out I was pregnant” I rolled my eyes. “I raised her alone after my mother passed away. It was scary sometimes. Very dark too. I worry every day that I am not enough for her. That I cannot give her the life she deserves.” Daniel listened without interrupting. His face stayed gentle. When I finished, he was quiet for a moment.

Gazing out the window at the city whizzing by, I start getting anxious about how long it'll be before I can call for help. When I can no longer endure the same thoughts circulating in my mind yet again like a perpetual merry-go-round, I attempt to distract myself by switching into a worry of how I'm ever going to pay this month's bills. What my mom earns isn't enough to get us by; it hasn't been for quite some time now. She refers to herself as an escort—she's essentially a high-class hooker. And her career choice doesn’t pay particularly well, especially when she’s too wasted to work a lot of the time. And sitting here in the back of this cop’s car means that I’m not going to get paid for t

“What the hell is going on? What does it say?” She turned the phone screen to me, a video of her going ballistic on the chief of surgery replaying on the sleek screen, her words loud enough to hear both the hysteria and meaning behind each one. “Oh shit.” I lamented quietly. “Shit indeed. Now I’m going to be both single mother and jobless.” She gave a mirthless laugh. “You don’t have to do this by yourself, Tati,” I advised as gently as I could without making things worse.

“I can’t live in poverty, Xavier. Your father was right; love can’t pay my debts. I’m sorry, but I’m choosing someone who can secure my future.” Xavier didn’t know that Elara had been sobbing under the crushing weight of a threat. Her father’s gambling debts had forced the girl to sacrifice herself, severing her ties with the "poor" Xavier, only to be sold to a wealthy man. But Elara’s life of luxury had only lasted two years. Her husband was gunned down by mysterious assailants who seized all his assets. Elara returned to her father, working herself to the bone to support the man who remained a drunkard and a gambler.

A bitter smile appeared on her trembling lips, and tears slipped down her cheeks as she tilted her face upward. “Mom … my hands hurt. My heart hurts. I often have nightmares. My husband doesn’t accept me. He wants to divorce me after this child is born.” “I was sick some time ago. I’m frightened every night because I live near the forest.” “I…” “My life is miserable, Mom.” She whispered softly, answering the questions her mother had never asked. She spoke toward the sky, hoping someone might worry about her. But in that vast and cruel place, she truly stood alone.

It was a quiet encouragement, one I hadn’t realized I needed. “You ever feel like no matter what you do, you’re screwing it all up?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. She chuckled softly, the sound light and unforced, “Every single day. Single mom life, right?” I blinked, startled, “You’re a single mom?” She nodded, her expression softening, “Yeah. My son, Noah, is five. His dad left when he was a baby, so it’s just been the two of us ever since.”

“And I'll shoot.” “Please,” she began trembling with fear as her companion stood completely still but the fear in his eyes and the sweat on his forehead were a dead giveaway. “I..I'm a single mom,” she sobbed, she was sweating now as tears flowed freely. “My…my kids. I'm the only one they have.” Like I care?

There I was, twenty-nine years old, three beautiful children and divorced. Who would want me now? I had always dreamt of being a mum and a wife, one of those 1940’s wives you would see in the movies. I loved my family life, looking after my three babies, helping them with homework, cooking and cleaning while the children were at school and having a nice hot meal ready on the table for when my husband got home. Everything seemed perfect, that was until I stumbled across emails, I clearly was not meant to find….

This path mom was going down was scaring me. She had already been fired from her jobs because she was not paying close attention to her work, or she was too ‘depressed’ for the customers. Thank goodness she had a decent amount of savings. It was not enough to pay off dad’s debts, but it was enough to keep us from starving. Plus the little scraps I made from my pathetic jobs were able to get bills paid as well.

Heather had never felt more desperate in her entire life. Her mother, who had always been her rock, was lying in the hospital, fighting for her life after getting into a ghastly car accident, and she had no money to pay for her mother's treatment. Heather was almost out of options, and she didn't know how much longer her mother could hold on. She had already sold most of her valuable belongings to pay for her mother's treatment, but it wasn't enough.