Fatherless Meme Novels & Stories

“Maybe Isabella should find someone else.” Every time, he’d used the noble excuse of “respecting his late mother” to humiliate me. And now, this “devoted son” was dishonoring the memory of his dead mother in the filthiest way imaginable. “Once that little bookworm finally gives up, I’ll be free,” Dante’s insults continued. “My father can’t force me to marry some piece of trash nobody wants.” Scarlett’s laughter was sharp and piercing. “Are you sure she’ll stop chasing you, darling?”

Eric, Fernando, my father, Tony and Miguel are laughing together. “Well, I'm a faggot, right?” I take my dose. “I wasn't the one who publicly declared myself on Forbes*.” He almost chokes on his champagne. “Man, stop saying things you do too,” Eric advises. “You are all idiots!” shouts my father. “Mr. Marcus, you do not count,” Jimmy excludes my father. “You've been married for over a hundred years.” “A century or not, women get us right, young man,” my father-in-law speaks up.

"I don't get it, Homophobia is not a thing, we're in an evolved society " "Yeah well I still have parents who are Homophobic, highly homophobic, and I'm talking about my Dad. I started realizing I liked men more when I was in college, I had this guy that I was so into and my brother snitched and my Dad summoned me and I fucken denied him, he never spoke to me that day again. My Dad believes a gay man is a woman and he trained us to be men. One of the reasons I'm a sex addict, I'm using women to help me forget the fact that I'm into men more.

“My youngest wife.” Youngest. The word landed heavier than it should have. The son looked at me then, truly looked. His gaze sharpened, assessing in a way that felt personal now. Not as a buyer. Not as a man appraising a body. But as a son confronting something he did not want to understand. “So young,” he said quietly. There was accusation in it. I said nothing. His father smiled faintly. “She is well suited.” Something flickered across the son’s face disapproval, perhaps, quickly masked.

What happened to her? Clenching my fists, I realized it didn't matter what I said anymore. No matter what, this family would never believe me. The room fell into a heavy silence. After what felt like an eternity, Hanley finally picked up the paternity test results from the table, glancing at them briefly. He tossed them at me. "It's all right here, in black and white. Christopher and my dad have no blood relation. If he was my son, why wouldn't he be related to my dad? What else do you have to say? Do you think the hospital faked this?"

My Boston besties had a habit of picking up shiny things and forgetting to pay for them. Uncle Micky appeared in our room with his arms out wide. “My favorite girls are back!” Chastity and I both raced to give him a hug. Nate was like our brother, but Uncle Micky was the father we never had until our sperm donor showed up. “Chrissy, are you up for serving during the rush this week?”

I Remember the month when he bought forty-five cars, and gifted them to random strangers, his name became a wildfire on Twitter, I*******m, and F******k, it was insane. "but who would want to attack a generous man's wife?, the public knows that my father remarried but they don't know the exact lady he married and that's because he chose not to display any event of the wedding on media. He placed a strict rule to haunt down anyone who would try such, guess he wanted a secret and peaceful life" I said

The world had changed and his brother had been rewarded for his kindness with a single snap to his forearm. “We’d prepared ourselves, deep down, to maybe lose you, Mykel,” his father had confessed one night. A fair amount of imported beer already consumed, the bottle overturned between them, dripping onto the kitchen table they had shared so many dinners at. “You know, to AIDS or something. But not this. Not Jeremy.” That was the first and only time Mykel told his father to fuck off. His promise to never do so again was written in bruises. Just let go.

*eye roll emoji* EMomma: Oh crap, I shouldn’t have said that last part. Please ignore it. I cringed as I realized the implications of what I had just told him. EMomma: I am not looking for a father figure for my kids. Nor am I looking for a sugar daddy or something weird like that. I frowned, hoping maybe I’m not coming off as weird as I know I sound. Because, of course, I managed to come off super cringe to the one guy who didn’t start with a line or proposition.

The voice on the other end was dripping with impatience. "What on earth is wrong with you, Wesley? You know my mom's birthday is coming up, yet you're still saying such unlucky things? "And so what if Miles is dead? I still have Cassadee. Now, if you don't want debt collectors hunting you and your family down again, you'd better keep your mouth shut!" Because of a homewrecker, my son had lost his life. If I had known there would be such a day, I would've walked away from this marriage long ago.