When Your Mother Doesn't Novels & Stories

I really need to stop coming up with plans that involve getting others to sacrifice. "Are you going to speak up or not?" My mother’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. Her tongue rolled inside her mouth as she glared at me. "Four months ago, you were with someone else, and now you are suddenly engaged? And you did not even tell your own mother? You did not think to invite your family to your engagement party? Is this some kind of a joke?" She tilted her head and gave me that narrow-eyed look that only mothers seem to perfect over the years.

Memories - Maroon 5 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 "If you are not strong, we can postpone this." "Come on, let me finish quickly. I'm lazy to solve a protracted problem." "I'm scared. I'm not ready to be called cheap anymore." Even indirectly, my mother said that I was cheap. It was so painful. I will prove to people that this little man can promise a bright future.

“Mom, I'm here.” A simple grave and a modest headstone were all that remained of my mother. “Mom, I found the truth.” I crouched down and placed the photograph beside the grave. The image Margaret took was blurry, the figures faded with age, but I could still make out the silhouette. “The man who hurt you didn't die by my hand.” I paused. “He was destroyed by his own greed.” The night before, Victor's condition deteriorated rapidly.

GEMMA "No matter what happens, do not give them a reason to think you are weak. You are not weak baby. You are my strong little girl." I remember every word Mother said the night before her death. The night before the cold hands-off death came knocking on the door and taking along with it my family. Those words were plastered in my head, but guess what? I never did as she wished. Instead, I am nothing but a doormat being stepped on all my life.

“Not right now.” She hums in mild disbelief. My fingers twitch. I could drag her into my bedroom, show her the map I’ve been working on, knock that little smirk right off her face. She’s not some genius I’m struggling to keep up with. I’m not some kid she’s running circles around. And I am fucking tired of being treated like I am. “I don’t know if you missed the letter, but my mother died,” I spit. “Cold and alone, fighting a losing battle in the snow. So I’m not sure she should really be your role model.”

If she did not do that, she knew that her mother would not take it lightly with the assistant. " Do you like it?" She asked and looked at her daughter with a smile. " Of course mom, I do!" She said and smiled but inwardly, all she wanted was just to buy it and leave. " Then try a few more." Her mother said excitedly while she gasped. She thought she had seen it all but she was seeing something else. Why should it be now that she was very embarrassed? She thought and itched her hair thinking of what to say but unfortunately, she could not think of any excuse at the moment.

" Dad suddenly gasped for air and collapsed straight to the ground. Ethan caught him just in time, but he didn't stop yelling at me. "Your mom did all that because she loved you. She would give her life for you without hesitation, and this is how you talk about her? Mark my words, Rosie Mitchell! Karma will catch up to you." As the crowd around us grew, I rolled my eyes. "You're not the one about to die, so why are you all so anxious? I know she's my mother. Maybe you should ask her if she'd want me to break the rules." I turned and pretended to ask into the ward.

Then, she gave a sigh and said, "It's mostly eaten away by stomach acid. Get it to the trace evidence unit, and maybe they can pull something from it." Suddenly, her phone rang with Leo's favorite song as its ringtone. She ripped off her gloves and rushed to the hallway, her voice softening instantly. "What's up, sweetheart? I'm at work." Then, she paused and said, "Tomorrow? Of course, your dad and I will be there to cheer you on. Maeve's away on business, so she can't make it back." Leo's excited voice spilled through the line. "You're the best, Mom! I still hope Bastian will come and watch, too. If he cheers for me, I know I'll win.

"That woman is your mother-in-law, but look at how badly you've tortured her! She's my daughter and Connor's foster mother! How can you refuse to repent and continue insulting her? You're a horrible woman!" Ruby's face turned pale instantly. Connor had told her once before that he had a foster mother who was only three years older than he was. She always thought it was a kind of kink. That was why when Connor claimed that I was his mother, she refused to believe it and was sure that I was just a slutty vixen. She never expected all of this to be true.

Their expressions turned uneasy. Mom, on the other hand, seemed to realize there was no point hiding it anymore. “Why are you so petty? I’m your mother. I was just saying a few words for your own good.” I laughed coldly. “For my own good? I’ve never seen a mother spread such filthy rumors about her own daughter. Every single day, I work from dawn to dusk. Somehow, in your eyes, that equates to shameful activities.” I met her gaze without the slightest fear. I was trying to pick her thoughts.