Love Hard Parents Guide Novels & Stories

My older brother, Oliver Stewart, and I are twins, but he was born frail and sickly. My parents tell me, "Your mother lavished you with love while you were in the womb and fed you all the nutrients, so we'll now focus on giving Oliver love." And so, Oliver receives all their love since childhood. When we were young, my parents got Oliver the best education. When we become adults, my parents prepare a generous budget for his wedding and later help him raise his children too. One day, my parents—now old and frail—suddenly come looking for me. "We've gone above and beyond for Oliver, so we'll live with you from now on and make things up to you," they say to me. However, I now have a wife

They had even warned me to never drive drunk. “No honey. The fact that you even consider that tells me that you really loved your parents. It’s okay to love someone so much that you want to take their place. What’s not okay is you ignoring the simple facts of life. We are destined to watch our parents die at one point or another. It’s a great cruelty for a parent to lose their child more. I’m sure if your parents were faced with the decision, they would have given up their lives so that you could live” she states with a pat to my head.

They bended their body sidewards towards each other and formed a heart shape as they both yelled, “The secret recipe is…LOVE!!!” I stared at them without any expression on my face. “You know what? You guys should already go and seek for a psychiatrist.” I shook my head as I continue what I was doing. This family has really no hope. Sometimes it’s really hard to have childish parents who are more immature than you. *** “It’s all cooked now, mom!” “Alright, alright go ahead and take a bath now, Sunny! Hurry up! For sure they are all on their way already! Don’t forget to wear contact lenses instead of those eyeglasses, okay?”

"I know and I'm genuinely sorry. I just didn't want what my parents had. I was scared that if I let myself love, I'd get hurt and I didn't want that." I took his hands in mine and held them close to my chest. "What your parents had wasn't love. It might have been at some point but what you saw wasn't love. Love is different. It doesn't hurt. It heals. It's sweet. It's kind. It's not painful." "Then, do you love me?"

“The right thing is not always the best thing to do. We rarely realize we need to change until changing is the only option left. All I’ll say is family and pack are not the same thing. And only once you become a parent do you understand why your parents did what they did. Sometimes your mother scolds you when you try to touch the fire. That doesn’t mean she hates you or the fire; it just means she’s worried about you, about your safety.” “You think I can’t navigate through my emotions?” “I know you can’t. And that is why it’s important that you hear this today. Love is not a crime, Kian. You are free to love whoever you want and hate whoever you want. Your emotions are yours. But things aren

Neither of them saw it coming. Ezra’s parents helped me take the pack, also tired of the old man’s abuse. I know that the rest of the packs consider me a ruthless and heartless motherfucker. And they are right. I am. I tried to make my kids be tough bastards, just like me. But having a loving mother, it seems, makes a difference.

I had seen how Airk and Argo struggled with the way their father would disappear in search of their sister, but when he was home, he was a great father. It wasn’t until Storm got here that I really started to see the effect that having bad parents could have. Storm almost immediately bonded with the men in my family because he lacked that in his childhood. The girls from the school all had some serious issues to deal with as well. Some of them had never experienced the love of their parents. Hazel was one of them. And Cyrus and April made sure to give her all the love they could, but that didn’t erase all the years she didn’t have a loving parent.

Strip him and have him do the walk of shame. Bored out of my mind, I find another subject of interest and my frown deepens when I spot my parents with El’s mum. They are trying so hard to fix things and I am trying harder to make it difficult for them. The DJ changes the song but the girls are no longer interested in being downstairs so they escape to the mansion. Parents troop to the dancefloor, mine included. Mother’s laughter as Father spins her around sends a blunt dagger through my heart. They might not be the best parents to their kids but they are the best lovers. We never heard them yell at each other. If they fought, they did well at hiding it from us.

“Mum, Dad… I appreciate Darren, but I can’t marry someone I don’t love anymore. My heart is with Liam. I can’t ignore that just to make everyone else comfortable.” Her mother’s face twisted with hurt, as if Amara had struck her. Her father’s jaw tightened. “Love fades. Responsibility remains. Your mother and I did not marry for childish emotions. We married because it was the right decision, and we grew into love. That is how strong families are built. Do you think love alone can carry you through betrayal, through hardship, through the storms of life?”

Heart full. Her kids were learning. That people were complicated. That past and present could both be true. That love meant accepting all of someone, not just the easy parts. It was a hard lesson. But an important one. Hope was too young to understand yet. But her turn would come. And when it did, Amelia would be ready. To explain. To defend. To help her navigate loving a father with a dark past. Because that was parenthood. Teaching kids to hold complexity. To love imperfect people. To see beyond simple categories of good and bad.