My Mama Dont Like You Novels & Stories

Mamãe looked up at me with a smile. If anyone else said that with a smile, it would be weird. Okay, so it’s weird to have Mamãe talking about me hospitalizing or even killing Trevor with a smile, but it says how little she thinks of him. And honestly, it takes a lot for my mamãe to dislike someone. She generally gives people the benefit of the doubt. My mother and Trevor are among the few she outright disliked upon meeting. Not something either of them should be proud of.

He didn't like it when Shania got upset. “I'm done here… I hate you more than you can imagine…you are not my mother!”

She's peering up at me with emotion in her eyes and I'm confused. "Why do you say you don't want a mate?" Maya turns away and hesitates before speaking. "Daddy's your mate isn't he?" My blood runs colder than the treat we're consuming but I nod and my daughter looks away. "I don't want a mate if my mate is going to act the way Daddy does to you. He always makes you cry and scream and I don't like that. I don't want a mate." Every word my daughter says is like an arrow to my heart and I feel tears prick the back of my eyes as I listen to her.

" Mom clasped my hand in hers and looked me straight in the eye. Yhra, please take good care of yourself and my grandson. I hope you don't end up looking like your sister. I'm madly in love with you. It was only after that that I realized how valuable the person was, and it was only then that my heart ultimately went away. " I sobbed and wrapped my arms around Mama's neck. I have not been broken. "Mom, what is it about you that makes you act this way?" "Because I don't want you to create hatred in my son," I said once again as Mama wiped away my tears with her hands.

She said. "Does mama know about him" I asked her. "You know what Mama says about love..." She said. "Yeah, she said that love was comfort food for the uneducated and weak. " I said. "Exactly..." She said. "Well I see..." I said. "You know, I don't what is it about you but you have changed somehow... " She said. "I don't know yet but mama doesn't like it, she thinks that your head is not in the game." She said.

She lightly said, "Don't think too much into it. "Mommy, do you really not like Daddy at all?" Jeremy was suddenly a little flustered. He felt that Mommy really didn't like Daddy. Initially, Mariana wanted to answer that she did not like it, but then she remembered the agreement she had with that man, so she changed her mind: "Your father is actually not a bad person, at least he's good to you, and to me."

"You must really be a fool!" I felt a surge of anger, but I tried to keep my cool. "Madam, I know that you don't like me, but can we at least be civil?" I asked, trying to appeal to whatever humanity was left in her. But Cade's mother was beyond reason. Her face twisted in a scowl, and her voice rose to a near-shriek. "Never! I don't like you, and just the sight of you reminds me of someone I hate so much. And I do not like you for my son, I never will."

"Impudent!" I fell to the floor, staring up at Audrey's cold face. My heart was full of despair. "Why did you even give birth to me, Mom?" For the first time, I called her that. "You should've just let me die…"

"I'm here to see you, Julia. I brought you ice cream. It's strawberry flavored." He ate a mouthful. "Your mom is still in the treatment facility. She's doing fairly well. The staff there takes good care of her. She's a proud, stubborn, and pigheaded woman, but I know she truly loved you. She just… showed it in a very stupid way—so stupid that she ended up causing us to lose you." Dad lowered his head. The ice cream before the gravestone was slowly melting under the sun. I sat on top of the gravestone, looking at him. Then I reached out and tried to touch his hair. My fingers went right through, but some of his gray hairs ruffled in the breeze.

She just did not like me. Why? … When I was younger, Daddy and Mommy dumped me with Grandma. Back then, Grandma told me, "Ivan, you're a great kid, but your Mommy just doesn't like you." I did not believe her. I retorted in a huff, "You're wrong! Mommy likes me the best!" I angrily hit Grandma with my tiny fists before shoving her aside. She replied, "If your Mommy likes you, why did she give you to me? Your Mommy doesn't like you! She doesn't want you anymore!"