When Your Mother Doesn't Novels & Stories

My mother, Vivienne Freeman, was the Donna of Freeman Family. She had her senior engineers develop an advanced lie detector. It looked like a bracelet, and my sister and I each wore one. Whenever I lied, my band flashed red. It could supposedly catch me even when I merely thought about lying. From then on, the band seemed able to read my mind. Even when I kept my mouth shut, it still flashed red. Then Mom would find some way to punish me. I told her countless times that I had never lied, but she refused to believe me. She would not let me question technology she had personally approved. Pointing to my sister's dark band, she demanded to know why it never flashed and why I never told the trut

"Mark my words Cash, one day you're gonna have to bite your tongue and remember what I'm telling you now. There's no way around it, life happens and when it does it'll be when you least expect it. It'll come at you with such force you won't even realize it until it's right there in your face." How could I not roll my eyes at that? How could I not snort in derision at the absurdity of what my mother was telling me- no, not telling, prophesizing! Was she kidding me? Was she insane? There was no way in hell any of what she was saying would come to pass; not now, not 'one day'- not ever! "Yeah, well, when that day comes, which will be never, by the way, I'll shave my head bald and wear a t-shirt

What mate? Salted chips momentarily forgotten, I asked. “What mate?” “What do you what mate? Don’t you know what the term mean?” “Of course I know what a mate means but you found a mate? How? No one in this pack wants anything to do with us, so how did you acquire this mate, mom?” “I’d keep it down if I were you.” “Sorry mom. I’m just overwhelmed right now.” “Your mother’s too old to have a mate, is that what you’re insinuating?”

“You have a date in an hour.” That’s my mother- she never wastes her time with pleasantries or greetings. She just goes straight to the point and makes whatever demands she has of you. More like she forces you into her demands because she also never takes no for an answer which is why I didn’t bother fighting her on it.

In its place was a cold, monstrous resolve that sent a shiver straight down my spine. "Since you've already ruined us with your stupidity," Mother said, her voice dropping into a flat, deadly whisper, "we no longer have the luxury of playing quiet games." I squeezed my eyes shut, a fresh tear trailing through the mess of mascara on my cheek. "What does that mean, Mother? What are we going to do?"

Afterward, I did the same thing a few times. No matter how absurd the situation became, as long as it involved Dad, Mom would completely lose her mind and throw herself into the chaos. If I sent a message through Dad's phone today, Mom would show up the next day, right on time, to beat someone to the ground. Eventually, Mom had a falling out with all her old friends. No one even invited her to play poker anymore. As the incidents piled up, Mom didn't notice anything unusual while the victims in the neighborhood banded together.

He said you'll come back when you recover your memories, but you no longer want me even though you remember me! He continued, "Granny told me that Mommy had a hard time when you were having me. I was being too naughty back then, I even made you angry countless times." I looked down at Julian and said, "Never wait until you lose something to realize its value, Juli." He tearfully hugged my legs and asked, "Did I lose you already, Mommy?" I replied, "This is the last lesson I will give you as your mother. I hope you never speak harshly to those you love or who love you. You have to learn to respect others, and they'll respect you in return. People leave when they're hurt."

The other. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, legs shaking. You gonna cum for me? “Almost. Almost!” Then she adds another finger. “FUCK!” I scream, gripping her head with both hands. I can’t tell if the wetness on her face is water or me. That’s when we both get a mindlink—from my mother. You two better get out of that damn shower! Ninety minutes until the ceremony and I still have to do your makeup and hair!

“I can get used to this. I just…” “Desmond, I know you’re strong. I know you are used to taking on everything alone. I’m not saying you won’t make it through this.” My mother reached out and took both my hands in hers. “I know you’ve grown up and you don’t need us anymore. This is going to be different though. This isn’t going to be something you can just brush off with some headache medicine and a glass of whiskey. This is something that no matter how strong or how old, it will not be something you can just get through.”

MARGA This is me. Frustrated, broken, and out of ideas!! What more do I need to do to raise $2M?!!! (*whines in frustration*) “ugh!!!” **** “Hi Mom”, I walked into the hospital ward and met my mother trying to stand up from her chair. “Let me help you with that” I bent over to help her stand up but then she kept on resisting, “Just let me be, I really don’t need your help” she grunted.