Desperate Single Mom Novels & Stories

I focused on every word, even as dread pooled in my stomach. "Your mom was desperate. She couldn't accept losing her position, losing her husband, losing everything she'd built, so she devised a plan. She had a personal maid who desperately needed money for her mother's surgery. The woman was frantic, willing to do almost anything, and your mom saw an opportunity in that desperation." My breath caught, and my fingers tightened around his hand until my knuckles turned white.

"And Emily Carter is..." "Number eleven. Maybe twelve." I rubbed my eyes. They felt like sandpaper. "The pattern's always the same. He finds them when they're desperate. Single mothers with sick kids who need expensive medical care. He swoops in like Prince Charming, pays the bills, marries them quick." "Then they die."

That should be a comfort. Only, it wasn’t. Nevertheless, Joedeserved to be free rather than chained down by his worst fear, and I’d just have to deal with my new situation the best I could. Nevertheless, there was no denying that it would be tough being a single mom, living on a waitress income. Could I ever afford making a beautiful room like their nursery for my baby? Probably not. But I’d manage somehow. The worst part would be not to have Joein my life anymore.

“You been busy, Zee, runnin’ that fuckin’ parlour properly for the first time in forever. The guys come in here after work almost every day, and tell everyone how you’re killin' yourself to get it together and organized, then goin' home to be Mom, then you’re back again the next day hours before anyone else shows up. You got your hands full, so if you think I’m gonna knock you for not droppin’ by here every day to get loaded, you’re wrong.” “Well,” she began, feeling embarrassed. Wolf was making her sound like a damn superhero, and all she was, really, was a single mother… just like the approximately other ten million single mothers in the U.S., many of whom were also holding down jobs while

“You weren’t there when I needed a mom to tell me what to do, because you’re always busy with your precious work, now that I don’t need any of your advice you keep on bugging me!” “You know what it’s better if you stay on your work forever, I don’t really need a mom right now---” “You know what I mean it! I don’t need a mom! I don’t need a desperate Mom like you!!!” she slapped me once again and said, “How dare you say that to me” “Why? Aren’t you desperate Mom! Diba, you are that desperate to make dad love you, so you steal sperm cells from him just to make me, and make him take the responsibility of this stupid act”

"I'll be there," I promised her. "Is there something in the sky that I need to know about? A UFO? A plane crash? The apocalypse?" Say the apocalypse. That way, I don't have to babysit tomorrow. Her answer came somber and out of the blue. "You know...since I had the baby, I haven't been dreaming anymore," she croaked out, still staring at the sky. "I spend my days either working or with Gravity.". And I adore her. I truly do. But single motherhood is the most solitary existence there is. Between her care, attending to her needs, working, cleaning up, cooking, and washing dishes, I barely have time to think. It's so exhausting that by the time my head actually reaches the pillow, I'm too exhau

​My name is Jamie, and I’m a single mother. That’s my title now, but it doesn't tell the whole truth. The whole truth is messy, and it starts with me, blinded by a selfish passion. I was with Larry, a man who was good, steady, and kind. He was my rock, but I was restless. When the baby’s father came along—he was fire, he was chaos—I burned my whole life down just to be near him . ​I cheated on Larry and became pregnant. I left him—the good man—for the baby’s father, convinced our reckless love was worth the wreckage. It wasn't. The moment the baby arrived, the father vanished, leaving me alone with the consequences and the crushing reality of what I’d done.

Mum bore the pain of raising me single-handedly with her meagre salary that didn't always come when due just as now ever since dad left, more than ten years ago. “Mum!” I reached for her shaky hands and gave them a gentle reassuring squeeze. “What do we do now, daughter?” She asked in a whisper, fear and anxiety evident in her features. I was speechless. I didn't know what we were going to do myself, but I knew we needed to do something. We needed to do something real quick in order to save our face from the shackles of homelessness. “Get the fucking door open!” He growled terrifyingly, kicking at the door wildly.

"You don't understand—" "I understand perfectly. I grew up with a single mother who wouldn't accept help from my father out of pride. Wouldn't take his money, wouldn't agree to custody arrangements, insisted on doing everything herself because accepting help felt like surrender." Jasmine's eyes were wet now. "You know what happened? We were poor. Constantly stressed. And when mom got sick and couldn't work, we had nothing. No savings, no support system, no fallback plan. She died when I was sixteen, and I ended up in the system anyway—exactly what she'd been fighting to prevent." "Jasmine, I'm sorry—"

The headline made my chest tight: "Grace Monroe: The Single Mother Disrupting Fashion and Redefining Success." Single mother. The words felt like an accusation every time I saw them, which was constantly because Grace was everywhere. Magazine covers, business profiles, that documentary about trophy wife culture that had premiered last month and made me want to throw up watching it. She'd built an empire worth sixty million dollars while I was living in four hundred square feet and trying to rebuild a career from absolutely nothing.