Life Without Mother Is Painful นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Do you even know what it's like to raise a child out of wedlock? Do you even know what it's like to grow up without having a parent around? “I for one lived most of my life without my mother, and I know how greatly I suffered because of a crime I didn't commit, so I wouldn't let my child live that kind of life." Ria said, her voice filled with determination. "Rant all you like, as soon as that bastard in your womb is born, you are out of my life." Adrian spat.

she said, “Pain has a way of blinding us. But sometimes, it also makes us unfair.” I stiffened slightly. “Are you saying I'm wrong for leaving?” “No,” Mom said firmly. “I'm saying you're human. Hurt people run. I understand that better than anyone.” She took a slow breath, gathering strength before continuing. “But I also know what it means to raise a child without a father,” she resumed. My heart skipped. I began to recall my past—growing up without a father figure, asking after my father whenever I saw other children being taken care of by their fathers.

“Why would it bother me? others have died because of me, why can’t I die to protect those I love?” A cold shiver ran down my spine. How could she be okay with leaving us behind. “Did you even think about our kids, how broken they would have been if they lost you?” her smile didn’t waver. “My kids would have been fine eventually. They are surrounded by love, and I know they would have been protected. They lack nothing and I am okay with how I would have left things.” How could she even think that it would have been okay for out kids to grow up without their mother? No child could ever get over the loose of his mother. Take Nathan for example, he was an old man already yet losing his mother cu

Maija I start to sob uncontrollably. Is my mother dead? Why else would he pull over? If she were alive, he would be racing to get her. My heart feels like it is tearing out. I clutch my chest, unable to bear the pain. “Zayne, Mm, no, she isn’t. Zayne, no, please no.” “Maija, no, I’m sorry; mom is ok.” I do not hear his words; the pain is too much. Mom, how am I going to live without my mother?

"No, I... I just think that you are too kind. I, I actually... had no parents since I was a child! Before I was born, my father passed away. After my mother gave birth to me, she didn't care about me... left me behind and left by herself!" "Alas..." Mrs. Cen clenched her fists and her eyes turned red. She sighed and sighed. "How could there be such a mother in this world? How could she be so cruel when she was born without raising her?" "Wu wu..." Gladyce sobbed and shook her head. "I don't blame her. I think... she must have her own difficulties! That's why she did this! I don't blame her. I really don't blame her."

Won’t it ? It doesn’t help coming home. The second I feel my mothers arms around me, the tears begin to fall. I curse my own weakness, but the sorrow is mercilessly and insist on confronting me with reality. “I don’t know what to do without Davina”. I sniffle when the crying has died down a bit. “I have no one left”. “You have Luca and Mark. And the people from volunteering”. My mom gently strokes my hair. Her words only make me cry harder.

I explained, and then he asked for more details. "I don't think we need to dwell on this anymore. I don't have a father, neither do I have a mother. My daughter is far away from me. My mate has broken up with me, and the one whom I truly loved is now dead. My godmother ran away when it got so intense, and all I have now is... nothing." Tears dropped to my cheeks as I said the last word, and then I lowered my head. His gaze was piercing, and I didn’t want to stare into those cold eyes while saying the words that returned pain to my mind.

"What mother would push their children into an orphanage? What mother would leave their children to beg on the streets? A mother who abandons her children without any means is not a mother. The children were left behind without a roof over their heads, without food, and without clothes. When they were sick and almost died, when they were beaten, the woman called Mother Where?" “Do you know…” His voice trembled, and he glared at Mrs. Maggie. ".. Vivian is willing to give up everything just so I can have a decent life. School, health, money, even food. She makes sure I always have the best, All I can do for her is pretend I don't hear her crying every night. Do you know how much I hate myself?

In a gentle tone, she asked, "You're doing okay, right? Is it just about Felix, or are there other things troubling you?" I confessed to my mom, my voice steady but serious. "I've been struggling lately, Mom. My emotions have been all over the place, and I can't seem to keep them in check. I think it's because I haven't really dealt with the pain of not having a dad in my life. Father abandonment has left a deep mark on me, and I'm having difficulty coping with that trauma."

I still have it with me today. My husband and I have a family, as well as a child. But I still can't get rid of the pain I'm living with. My mother's brutality has affected me. Despite having lived for more than twenty years, I continue to cry when I think back on my experiences. My mother's lack of love for me has damaged me even now. I continually ponder why my mum can't love me and what I am missing to this day. I really am a child. Why can't she make me feel the love of a true mother? What led to her role as my mother?