Novel & Cerita Mama I Didn't Mean To Make You Cry

I made her precious girls cry. “I hate to see my kids cry, and I don’t forgive whoever makes them cry, not even myself,” I stated, “You will have to pay for making them cry!” I yelled and shook her. She looked terrified, and that was exactly what I wanted, to terrify her until she decides to walk away from the marriage. “I…I’m sorry,” she murmured, “I..I was only t..try..trying to make them understand that I am not here to take their mom’s place,” she stuttered.

I know it's hard for dad to come back and see me walking freely in this house. *SO SUCK TO BE TRASH* "Joanabe, you are not touching your food." My mom points the pasta on my plate. "Sorry, Mom." I grab my fork and started eating. *SHOOT! DON'T CRY* "Joanabe, you can cry if you want to and *sobs* if it makes you okay." My eyes landed on my mom's face, crying while smiling at me. "MOM! I AM SO SORRY. I DO NOT WANT YOU TO SEE ME LIKE THIS." I cried out loud while gripping the fork tightly.

I tried making them see points with me. “Ryan,” my mum called slowly. “If you are still going to talk about how sad she looked, I would advise you not to. What you see as sadness is determination.” My words shut her up, and she began to sob. “Fuck you, Tina, you made Mum cry, yet again. I regret having you in my life.”

Finally, I was able to be truthful, even about a small thing. "Seriously? Don't tell me it's because of how Mama used to remind us that crying is for the weak." I exhaled as I stared at the lamppost. I really don't know. "I simply don't know how to cry, I just can't cry." I paused and glanced at Amalia, who was staring at me. "Do you think I have worsened?" My brows wrinkled in perplexity as I asked. Amalia pulled her lips together in a narrow line before nodding thrice. "It's a disaster."

sometimes I wondered why I didn't just die with my parents on that cursed day. A lone tear fell down the side of my face. I hated crying...but it's not something I could hold in forever. My mom used to tell me and my brother that... when people cry it doesn't mean they are weak, it only means that they had been strong for a very long time.

There, I nervously told my parents, "I got a divorce." Dad's expression darkened. He raised his hand as if he was about to hit me. "Dad!" Samuel yelled. Mom rushed over to stand in front of me and hugged me. She was choked in sobs as she shouted at Dad, "What are you doing? We've already ruined her life up until now! She's an adult who can make her own decisions. We should just return her life to her!" Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of grievance surged within me. I started crying while clinging to Mom.

"Just—give me a minute to look at you." "Oh, honey." Mom stops three feet away from me. Her hand goes to her mouth. "Oh, Mia." "Don't." I hold up my hand. "Don't cry yet. If you cry, I'll cry, and then Scarlett will have to redo my makeup, and she's already threatened to murder me twice today." "Three times," Scarlett corrects. "But who's counting?" "I'm not crying." Mom is absolutely crying. Tears streaming down her face, ruining the makeup she spent an hour on. "I'm just—looking at you. My baby. My beautiful girl."

She shot me a mean look as she took up the microphone, saying, "There's something important that will happen before Robert's birthday bash begins. "Rhea here had insisted on apologizing to me after what happened yesterday, and I found myself unable to decline…" I smiled and took the mic. When I walked past Gabriel, he grabbed onto my hand. "I'll love you so much more if you'd be a good girl and apologize, Rhea. "Try another one of your antics on me, and you'll see me retaliating!" he warned. I flung his hand away and went onstage. I then gazed out at all the media journalists and reporters, saying, "I'm sorry. I was wrong…"

"What? No, that's not what I meant. All I'm just saying is that, I'm surprise. Earlier, you were not okay and you see, most women scream or act crazy whenever they were about to put to bed." "So, you mean I'm one of them? I look crazy to you, right? No, in fact, I'm crazy... Right?." She eyed me. "Baby, your daddy said that we're crazy, we won't forgive him for that, right?." She talked to her tommy while shedding tears. Now why is she crying? I didn't say anything wrong or did I? "Love, why are you crying? Okay, I'm sorry, I didn't mean those words. I promise."

“I’m so full, oh GOD, I can’t, it’s too, OH—” “You can.” Craig holds my face. Thumbs wiping the tears streaming down my cheeks. “Our good girl can take everything. Breathe.”