When Your Mother Doesn't Novels & Stories

Her entrance was far from subtle, and I couldn't hide my surprise at her unexpected visit. "Mother," I began, my voice betraying my bewilderment, "what brings you here?" Her response was immediate, sharp, and unapologetic, "I can visit my son's house whenever I please, Tyler. Don't question that." I decided not to engage in an argument with her. Instead, I allowed her to voice her reason for being here. However, our conversation took an unexpected and contentious turn. She launched into a tirade, airing her grievances about my treatment of Brenda. I attempted to defend my actions, to explain the complexities of the situation, but my words fell on deaf ears. My mother continued to berate me,

“Mother” “ Don't call me mother when we both know you don't mean it, that you never meant it, did I hurt you? Haven't I been good to you even when everyone else thought I was doing too much? Has there ever been a time that I wasn't good to you? Where I didn't take your side?”

I do end up slipping my sandal off of my foot to be prepared if it really comes to that. “Oh, sorry about that dear. I wasn’t trying to say that you needed your mate. I am a firm believer that a woman can do anything that they want without a man. Even if they think that we are dense sometimes” my mother answers. Something in her words must satisfy my mate because I watch her relax. A heavy breath leaves my chest as I look at my father. He is frowning for some reason as he looks at her. The air grows thick with tension and I try to fill the silence.

They provided me with the basics like food, clothes, and care, but they couldn't give me the emotional depth that only a mother could offer. From a young age, I have carried the heavy burden of my mother's anger and fury. Every encounter with her feels like stepping into a brewing storm, where her rage consumes me with physical and verbal abuse. The scars and bruises she leaves behind serve as a constant reminder of her torment, while her piercing screams echo in my mind. I feel trapped in an endless cycle of pain and suffering, yearning for a life filled with love and compassion. However, it appeared that this longing was always out of reach. When I reached the age of ten, a significant eve

My fiancee, Natalie Crenshaw, has always had a phenomenal memory. She never forgets a thing. Yet, when I propose, she forgets to hold out her hand for the diamond ring. When we go to get our marriage certificate, she forgets to bring her identification papers. And on our wedding day, she forgets she's supposed to be there altogether. Why? Because she's busy saving her childhood sweetheart's wedding next door—by stepping in as the bride herself. Seeing all this, Mom suffers a heart attack. I beg Natalie to go to the hospital and explain things, but she simply links her arm with Erik Cuoco's mother, sweetly calling her "Mom", and claims that I'm nothing more than a pursuer who doesn't kn

“ɪᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏғ sʜɪᴛ!“ ʜᴇʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴇᴄʜᴏᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴍᴏᴍ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏғғ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ �

I didn't have my father, I barely had my mother, but I turned out better than my mother had hoped I would do. "Whatever, Aria. If you want to die old and alone, then carry on going the way that you are, because you're doing it perfectly." My mother muttered under her breath before she turned her head in the opposite direction, put her earphones back in, and returning to the magazine she had been reading. I could already tell that these were going be a somewhat, interesting and quite possible dramatic three weeks. **

“Mother, you were not there when Seven hurt me. You discovered Father was your mate and even though you were from a humble family and he was the next Alpha, it never bothered you. You were not close to royalty nor were you affiliated to royalty yet his parents and yours did not object. He kept you with him since you were sixteen and made you his mate when you were eighteen yet no one objected. A few months after, you had me, your only child yet no one objected. You have never been let down in your entire life. You have never faced rejection your entire life so you do not know what it means when someone you love so much and can die for does not feel the same for you. You have no idea how it f

"When the time comes, that's the reason we'll use to push her out of the family." "Once you've taken what belongs to you and you're free of the Sloanes, I'll clear the way for you and bring you into the Graves house myself." By the last line my face was soaked, and it felt like a hand had closed around my throat. I didn't snap out of it until the water in the bathroom shut off. I copied the whole thread and dragged my sleeve across my face. When my mother died and my fiancé betrayed me, the storm of public opinion nearly drove me out of my mind.

"Why are you calling her? We can't keep bothering her!" I frowned, anger rising, ready to shout, "She's not your mom. She's mine!" But Mom's eyes turned red. Her voice shook. "Matthew, what are you talking about? I wish you'd rely on me forever." She tossed the camera onto the bed and grabbed her bag. "Simon, Matthew might be exhausted. I'm going to go check on him. I'll explain when I get back." She rushed out. Dad and I watched her leave. We both knew she wasn't coming back tonight.