My Mama Dont Like You Novels & Stories

“Just go to your room and think about what you’ve done. If you behave, maybe your dad will let you come out later to watch the fireworks.” No one believed me. To them, I was just a bad kid. Mom pushed me into the bedroom. She hesitated for a second, then brought in a plate of pasta and set it on the nightstand. “Anna, if something really is stuck, just chew and swallow some food. It’ll push it down. As for what happened, I know it’s not fair to you, but you can’t blame me. Who knew it would blow up like this? You’re just a kid. Losing a little dignity doesn’t matter. Just help me out this time, okay?”

I laughed, "Mimi come on.. we don't have all day." She stood there looking a bit hesitant, "Tee no.. I'm.. no.. I am not going to see your mom with you." "Why not?" I asked and she sighed, "this is your mom okay. A person who gave birth to you. So no.." "She doesn't bite Mimi.. come on.. please.." She frowned when she probably noticed that I'm not backing down, "what if she doesn't like me." "You're right she won't like you... she is going to LOVE you..trust me.."

Hugging her picture, I cried loudly. " Mumma . . . you heard what he said? They all hate me, mumma. They all hate me. Sabby hates me, father hates me, Enrique hates me and pp-probably . . . Elliot hates me too. They all hate me. Do you hate me too? Nowie, you love me. I know you do. I love you too, mumma. Sage loves you too. Sage loves mumma a lot." I whisper hugging her picture tightly.

"Mama, please don't start this. Why can't you just love me for me? Do I have to be skinny to be beautiful in your eyes?" "Kevah, that's not what I meant. It's just that I don't think you're trying hard enough to lose weight." She did not just say that to me, Kevah sighs to herself. 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi - Kevah's mother is pushing all her wrong buttons but she will not disrespect her even though she just dissed Kevah big time.

he chuckles you're so lame papa Only for you and your mother dear, see you soon bye bye I put my phone down grinning like an idiot, I know very well how much my dad loves me, he always says my mom has Three mamas' boys so I am his treasure daddy’s girl, I have long since grown from girl-hood into womanhood but hey, no harm no foul, I am what I am to my papa bear.

I looked around and nodded. "Hello...mumma..." His voice... Jean hadn't spoken to me for 3 weeks. His condition worsened way too quickly. I thought I'd never be able to say goodbye or love properly one last time. I, as the Luna of Waterstone, never had time for him as he was growing up. But my negligence cost him his life. "I love you, Jean...mumma loves you so much," I said. No other words were crossing my mind. "I love you too, mumma. I will be fine." I clutched my chest and cried silently as he said. Jean is such a mature child. Way too mature for his age. He makes me a proud mother...

"What kind of things?." I shrug, "I like him, but I hate myself for it," my mother wraps her arms around me and hugs me tightly, "You should not be ashamed, your only human; girls your age often likes more than one boy," she chuckles, I narrow my eyes, "Bane is my abuser Mama,"

" Just stay away from her. She's...the only person who actually likes me in this whole world. I don't want you to poison her thoughts." " You think she's the only person that likes you?" I didn't mean to laugh but I did, it coming out as a derisive laugh at that ridiculous statement. " Name one person that likes me , like genuinely likes me for me," She dared. " Your mother , for status," She rolled her eyes aggressively at that. " My mom doesn't like me for me. She's been trying to change me for years now, telling me how pink looks good on me and how I should stop dressing like a depressed chicken. "

I retorted as I started walking towards the door. “We might leave before you return.” Mama told me, and I turned to look at her. "Aren't you going to see him before leaving?” I asked, raising a brow. “We went there before coming here.” She informed me, and my lips formed an ‘o’ Rolling my eyes, I muttered. “I am your daughter, but you favorited him.” Matteo burst out in laughter. “You didn’t know?” He asked as I turned to look at him, my brows creasing. “You really didn’t know that no one liked you?”

Whenever I felt wronged as a child, I would often run to Grandma's home, where she would offer me the snacks she had made. But when it came to Mom's behavior, she would only sigh. I knew there were some things even Grandma couldn't change. To avoid worrying her, I visited her less frequently over time. Now, holding an old flip phone, I glanced at the time. Only a day had passed since I jumped from the rooftop. The resentment in me hadn't faded. The insults and cold stares from before I jumped flashed through my mind like a carousel. Finally, my thoughts settled on the image of a woman.