My Mother Has A System But Won't Use It Novels & Stories

She looked at me sharply, her eyes gleaming with a shred of hope. “Why don't you ask Trent for help? Get him to invest in the company. You should be able to do that much, right?” I slowly let her go, shrinking at her request. “Trent can't invest in the company. He doesn't have enough cash to do that.” “He's really good for nothing. Isn't he?” Mother snorted. “But at least, he's not helping Elena either. That makes it great, right?” “Yeah, I don't know if I should be happy or sad about that.” Mother stood, pacing. I remained on the couch, brainstorming, hoping to come up with a solution.

What my mommy needs is a good man to take care of her, but first we need to get her to clean up her act. Taylor and I have tried getting her to see a doctor, to go to a rehab clinic and to go attend AA meetings, but my mother just gives up. She think’s it’s way easier to drown in a bottle than put in the hard work and face up to her life and start sorting her out. Yet, Taylor and I, well you know, our mother is our mother and we aren’t about to give up on her. Not yet in any case.

Jealousy stings unexpectedly. “You know,” I mumble as we walk toward it, “my parents won’t even let me get a cheap used car.” Maya looks offended on my behalf instantly. “What? Why?” “Because Mom thinks it’ll distract me from studying.” “That’s insane.” “She says if I have enough free time to drive around, then I have enough free time to study more.” Maya stares at me for a long moment before deadpanning, “Your mother would make a fantastic prison warden.”

I tell her, sure of what I’m saying, though she’s starting to cast doubts. “I’m sure it’s not,” she says, her tone telling me she’s not sure of any such thing. “If you can, though, dear, put away any money he might give you. Just in case. And also….” My mother stops talking, and I’m sure, whatever she’s thinking of saying, I’m not going to like it. But I need to hear it since she’s started the sentence, “What, Mom?” “Well… perhaps you should stop using your birth control.”

She asked suddenly, her stomach bulging and she lay down on her towel. " I have for a year, my mom and the guys here kept asking me to buy one. It's in my room and the battery must have been dead for a long time," he was relaxed, eating a piece of roast beef and talking between bites. “ I use the computer a lot for the drawing board, it's always on. I use Discord to talk to my mom, but I need to turn on the cell phone. She gets irritated and doesn't like to use computer applications.”

I answered it, knowing that it was most likely Grace. “You could have said,” she sounded like she was outright pouting. “Said what?” “That no one would work on a Noir-designed system.” She growled. “I can’t imagine why my mother would even think that this was a good idea for Mooncrest. If she’d known what they were up to…” My lips twitched. “Something tells me that even if your mother knew about it, she also knew enough about witch politics to know there was nowhere else to go.” “… you oddly don’t sound smug.”

My voice was low. “Honey, you didn’t have to.” Yes, I had to, they would stop giving her treatments if we didn’t pay. “But I have, we still haven’t made full payment but I will before this week ends.” I didn’t have the money and I wasn’t counting on sleeping with some random stranger again to get the money. My mother’s chest fell in a sob. “We’re going to get through this together, Mom.” I shifted to where she sat on the stool and then pulled her into a hug.

“I look just like Jana. I’ll pretend to be her; the teller won’t notice.” I stepped forward to grab them, but my dad seized my arm and held me back. My mom immediately snapped, “We raised you all these years, and now you won’t even let us use some of your money?” Then the whole family strode out the door with purpose. As she passed me, Yuna deliberately bumped into my shoulder and whispered, “This system really is useful. “Whenever I want to find something, I can get my hands on it right away. “And whatever I want, I don’t have to wait long to get it.

“I beg your pardon. I can allow you to say all sorts of rubbish about your dearest son living, but I wouldn't take it if you tried to insult me. Okay, just get that into your mind. I don't know you from anywhere, and even if I do, I can't remember, so why are you acting like I have offended you ever since you met me now? “As you can see, I have no business with you. The only one I am supposed to speak with is my son. Okay, I don't really know what you used on him, but I assure you, I will get it out soon.” “And what do you really think I am using on your son? I don't want any problem if at all you didn't use the same thing on your husband,” she said rudely. “Could you just see the way she is

MARGA This is me. Frustrated, broken, and out of ideas!! What more do I need to do to raise $2M?!!! (*whines in frustration*) “ugh!!!” **** “Hi Mom”, I walked into the hospital ward and met my mother trying to stand up from her chair. “Let me help you with that” I bent over to help her stand up but then she kept on resisting, “Just let me be, I really don’t need your help” she grunted.