Mãe Solteira Novels & Stories

Why would she regret it? She exhales. Her shoulders drop and she glances up at the ceiling. The hand holding mine trembles. Dread settles in my belly as I stare at her, worried and confused. “A lot has happened since you left, babe,” she whispers. “My mom… she has a lover. She doesn’t want my dad, just his money, and now they’re in the middle of a divorce.” I gasp. She continues. “She doesn’t even care about me. I just learned she left me as a kid because my father wasn’t up to her standards. She told me herself. After everything, I feel alone. I feel used.”

'The joy of a mother' 'A mother begot five sons and a daughter after seven years of bareness. She found joy in her children after her soulmate left earth. She took care of them singlehandedly and became their father as well. They never lacked anything, even though she was poor and resided in a crumbling hut in an even poorer African village she resided in. She sent them to school while joggling eight jobs at a time. She cooked, cleaned and washed and barely ever disturbed them. She fetched water for their bath every morning and made sure they looked their best.

I took a deep breath and released it. "Jay is not my husband. You see, it all started when my single mother, who was abandoned by my father, got sick. She was a very hardworking woman who worked more than one job, and my sister and I both had our part-time jobs too, but that wasn't enough to pay back the debt my father had taken from some bad people and the bills that were coming our way. It was so hard for us to make ends meet, but we were happy because we were all together and healthy," I said sadly, then continued to speak.

I feel the pull of insanity and finally understand what my mother meant. There will be no end to my loneliness and my young girl dreams will go unfulfilled. When I was younger, I wanted what every girl wants. A prince - a man to cherish me - and love. My mother set me straight and her words haunt me. "Love is not on our path. We connect with a human male to enable us to birth a female child. You will never see the human again. Your daughter will be your light like you are mine." So, I live a solitary life. What sets me apart? I never searched out a human male to breed with. I never felt what my mother claimed to be an overwhelming urge, forcing my hand. The gift of a child isn't in my cards.

I looked right at my son and said calmly, "Get dressed. We need to talk. And it's not about the noise. Your father and I are done. We are getting a divorce. I said, trying not to cry in front of my son and his girlfriend. I left the room and gave them time to put on their clothes, he came out to the sitting room, and stood close to the black sofa I was sitting down, his girlfriend was standing a bit far from him, she looked messy, her hair was wet, and sweat dripping to her lips, her nipples pointed out of her pink shirt,her black short skirt was unzipped,she was innocently quiet. Wtf happened mom, my son said to me, asking out of concern, your father has been cheating on me, he brought a wo

She was a young single mother who raised her child alone. Mia is twenty-three when she got pregnant with her child. She needs to raise her child in a strange place with no family or anyone to lean on. She got several suitors but she rejected them all. All she wants is to concentrate on her son and writing. She had spent nights crying alone.

My mother, despite us being poor, never let me feel alone. "Having a mate or none won't matter," I said with a smile. "You raised me all alone without regretting getting old by only having me." She smiled bitterly. "Your father is my mate, Solo." I went still, dumbfounded. My brows furrowed for the wonderment of what I heard from Mother. "But I thought-"

As we sat down, I reached for her hand, feeling a spark of connection. Bianca looked at me, her eyes questioning, then smiled and clasped my hand gently. "Hey, are you okay?" I asked, hoping to shift her focus from the awkwardness with Leo and Charlie. Bianca hesitated before speaking. "I grew up without a father," she said softly. "My mom raised me alone, and I always felt an emptiness.” I drew her close. "I think that’s why I married Matteo. I hoped he could give me the love my father never did."

And he understands that she is nervous. Natalie immediately looked away and said, "After my Mother's death, I was completely alone. There was no one by my side. There was no one beside me to cry on her shoulder. I sold our small house to treat my Mother, so after my Mother's death, I had nowhere to go.