Novel & Cerita There Are Moms Way Worse Than You

"I'm dying to do it for you, all you have to do is tell me." "I would like you..." "Better than that!" Mom snapped. "Like you want too Matt, like I'm one of those sluts you jerk off to!"

...........Vera Red pov.......... I have hated the idea of mate's since the day I saw my Dad raising his hand on my mom. And my mom doing nothing in return. The way he placed his claim on her,not caring if she was ready or not. Thinking she was his to do whatever he wishes to, without anyone questioning him. And in so many years,my belief has only strengthened. Alpha's are worst,if not better. And this reason is enough to despise him.

It looked handwritten, like a letter. “Georgia was always a selfish, self-absorbed bitch,” Mom spat. “She never cared about anyone but herself. And now? Look where that got her. Look where that *fucking* got me.” The pain in her voice cut deep, and hearing it made something twist inside me.

What if I was too damaged, too selfish, too broken to be someone's mother? "Then we'll figure it out together," Liam said simply. "But Evelyn? The fact that you're worried about being a bad mother is proof you're going to be a great one. Bad mothers don't agonize over their capabilities. They don't question themselves or wonder if they're enough. They just... don't care." "How can you be so sure?"

She did her best. “People who’ve never done this think truckers and lone travelers who pick up hitchhikers are all bad, scary monsters,” my mother says. “They watch these murder shows on TV and they think of big ugly men with junk food guts and rusty knives stuck through their belts. They hear about maimed hookers and shallow graves. Most people like to believe the worst, especially if it’s about something they’ve never seen up close.”

My hands shake so hard I almost drop the phone again. I switch to T*****r. The trending hashtag #ValeScandal is everywhere. Clips of Mom’s press statement are looping—her tear-streaked face, voice cracking as she says, “I never thought my own daughter would do this to me.” The replies underneath are savage. “Girl code doesn’t exist for gold-diggers.” “Roman deserves better than both of them.” “Bet she learned it from Mommy dearest.” I slam the phone face-down on the mattress and press my forehead to my knees. The room feels too small, too loud, even though it’s silent except for my ragged breathing.

It was never her fault. "If I hadn't handled her funeral, she would've started decomposing by the time you came back! Mom has been very good to me all these years, so no matter how dissatisfied I am with you, I definitely wouldn't extend that grudge to her. That's why I immediately settled her funeral affairs instead of waiting for you! "If you suspect that I did something dirty, you're more than welcome to report me to the police. And if they find out that I really did do something, I won't even blink if they decide to execute me! You can go right ahead!"

"Today proved it. I can't handle the responsibility of a life that tries to end itself the second I turn to grab a tissue. I’m not strong enough for the heart attacks. I’m just... I’m not ready, and I don’t think I’ll ever be. I don't think I can be a good mom." Chloe opens her mouth to argue, then she stops. "Why?" she asks quietly. "Why would you say you wouldn't be a good mom?" I shrug, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "I don't know." "Bella..." I look down at my hands. "I just... don't think good moms exist anymore. I just look around, Chlo. Look at my mom. Look at your mom... Look at Noah’s mom. I look at the women who were supposed to show us the way and all I see are warnings. I don't

"That's wrong Mom!" "Our lives are going to turn out wrong if you don't freaking show up at the altar as your twin sister!" Mom suddenly shouted, stymied veins socking on her forehead while her eyes blazed with wrath, drilling holes through my face. She stepped closer. "The Rodriguez are the most powerful and influential people in the US, do you want to get on their bad side?"

"Yes, you are!" "But I don't know how to be a mom," she bawled, a thin stream of snot pooling on her upper lip. She wiped it off with the back of her hand. "I share an apartment with my three friends. I hate my job, what do I know about being a mom?" "You'll be amazing; the fact that you're already questioning yourself means you want what's best for your baby,” Dr Waylon beamed and returned to his place behind the desk while Eden cleaned herself up and buttoned up her blouse again.