Novel & Cerita Teenage Mothers Stories

“Mate we want to hear your story, please, we need to know how to love you. We love you, Damien loves you, don’t reject us, we will die. You are our other half, it took us too long to find you, and we need you. Don’t give up on us.” “I don’t tell many people my story, but I will tell you. After I’m done, I’m sure you will leave me, no one ever stays,” I replied as tears continued to roll down my face. I grabbed onto his hand and interlocked them for courage before I started. “My mother was a drug addict, I don’t know my father. She said they were mates but he never marked her. She gave me up to my grandparents, and they were great but they weren’t my biological grandparents, they adopted my m

he asked quietly. I laughed, but it came out bitter. "Every damn day. She never tells me much. Just says her family abandoned her when she was pregnant with me. Packed up, crossed the ocean, and started over. Then she started drinking. Then the pills. Had Jade when I was only 5.Then I was thirteen taking care of Jadenne while Mum screamed at walls. Doctors. She wanted us to be doctors. Kept saying it like a prayer even when there was no food in the fridge."

" They both work together, despite their situation, they have managed to grow a lot with each other's support.” " Situation?” " My mother got pregnant when she was still a teenager, they were very immature and it couldn't have been easy," she explained. This information surprised me and made me understand the real reason for her fear of disappointing them. It was likely that she didn't want to make the same mistakes as her parents. And I couldn't blame her for feeling that way.

She said that made me stand still. “You have a family?” I didn’t know that. I thought she don’t want to start a family. She laugh at my question. “Of course I do! I have a 12 year-old son. I’m a single mom you know.” She said that made me stop function. “I was a teenage mom, got pregnant at the age of 15 and even though it was a mistake my baby is the best thing that ever happen to me. It was hard because I was young and no one to guide me but when you see your child and hold him or her in your hand you will realize that those hardship are nothing. I know you will figure things out as you go on and take care of your baby in the future and your mommy instincts will be activated like you will

I bit my lower lips as they trembled and nodded. "Lily, I understand you are still eighteen and still in high school." his voice calm. "I know many young mothers could get through it, including raising a child. Heck, your grandma Birdie was seventeen when she had Wayne, and she was a single mother; with no money, no home, and no one to look out for her. But she strives to care for your Daddy and herself without issues." I wipe my eyes. "How did she do that when she was still a teen?"

She smacked my face. “Madam, what do you think you are doing?” the deputy exclaimed, startled by her sudden aggression. My mom turned to the deputy and replied, “Don’t listen to this slut! She refused to go to school and got pregnant. She had an abortion when she was barely sixteen. Not only that, she completely dropped out of school and continued fooling around with hoodlums who only do drugs and have sex…” She burst into tears, lamenting pathetically as she spoke. I stared at her, dazed. I never knew she could fabricate such a sob story from thin air. I was shocked into silence, unable to utter a word.

My face gave me away. "There ARE others who want to have sex with you." Mother leaned forward and planted her elbows on the table, folded her fingers together, and set her chin down atop them. Her eyes glittered with intensity. I rubbed my forehead. "It's... complicated." "Teenage relationships are always complicated. It's been a while, but I was eighteen once, too." "I do NOT want to think about that." Mother chuckled. "Are these other girls using birth control?" I rolled my eyes. "Is that all you care about?"

where are we originated from" my mother narrated everything to me. My grandfather was a very popular business man, having several car's and a company. But on a sadden day, he had a car accident and left my mother at a teenage age. My mothers aunt promised to take care of her and she did until one incident happened. An armed robber visited my mothers house requesting money but they offered them nothing. Instead of fighting my mothers aunt, they dance the anger back on my mom, my mom was raped which leads to my birth. My mothers aunty began to maltreat my mom, all to abort my pregnancy but my mother insisted and stood on her word. After a lot of frustration, she ran away with my pregnancy and

“My mother was a whore, one who was addicted to drugs. She got knocked up by one of her clients. Nine months later, gave birth to a girl in an alley behind the club where she worked.” “The girl was me. We lived in two-room apartment. I started working when I turned twelve. I had to. My mother wasted what she earned on weed. Someone had to work to fill our stomach. She had her clients over regularly. I knew what she did before I even knew what pasta was. We were poor. Lucky, if we ate two times a day but mostly, we just got one meal a day. She was my mother, you know. I had to take care of her. I couldn’t just ignore her even though she didn’t care for me.”

The door swung open, but it was the girl from earlier who answered. "Yes?" she asked, and I pursed my lips. "Let her in, Loren," Hayden said irritably, and I wondered if his annoyance was directed at me. "It's fine. Maya said to come get you," I said from outside before turning and making my way back downstairs. I joined the others, and we began looking at Maya's old album. She told us stories of her childhood, and I was captivated by her tales. "My mother was difficult. Her husband sold my sister to a family for drugs. He told them that they were homeless and he just wanted a good home for her," she shared, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for her.