Yo Momma So Poor Novels & Stories

Winter hadn't yet arrived, but I was preoccupied with the thought of freezing through the season without a proper coat. Every day began and ended with the gnawing anxiety of how to scrape together enough money for food. That's the reality of poverty. And yet, while I wrestled with these daily humiliations, my mother was busy turning my plight into a lucrative enterprise. She siphoned sympathy from every available source, painting herself as a sacrificial parent.

A mother who played favorites, a stepfather who was always scheming, and a stepbrother who fought me for everything—none of it was worth mentioning. But now that Lesley had started this, I couldn't pretend anymore. So I told Jason the whole story. How my mom bought the house with zero down, then after I finished paying off the mortgage, she wanted me to give it to my stepbrother. Jason's eyes went wide. "What? There are mothers like that? She's helping her stepson screw over her own son? Is she out of her mind?" I said quietly, "Lesley was my mom's first love. After my dad died, they reconnected right away. In her mind, the three of them are the real family."

" Dad chimed in as well. "Yeah. None of this is our fault. If anyone were to blame, it would be that brat for being so easily fooled. All your mom and I had to say was that we were too poor to afford to put food on the table, and she immediately went out to find herself multiple part-time jobs to 'support' the family. "Haha! And to think I thought that she'd actually measure up to anything at all! She's just a stupid brat who can't even afford to get herself into college and spends her days toiling away while making just barely enough to buy you a pair of socks.

"Your father isn't a man with patience. Do you want him father disowning you!." "That would be the best thing, to ever happen to me mother. I rather do not have a father, than to have him as one." Alicia spat out hatefully. "You don't know what it's like being poor Alicia. You do not have any iota of idea Alicia. Do not ever wish to be poor, cause you will not like the taste of it." Her mum utters. She could still remember her life in the past vividly. No matter what it takes, she will never go back to such life, ever again.

How could she say such a thing without remorse? “Just because I'm poor doesn't mean I'm worthless!” I half yelled. “Do not dare yell at my mum Zena!” Justin yelled as he turned to face me, glaring at me angrily. I was beginning to get scared of the kind of family I've gotten myself into. He's yelling at me when his mum wished death on me. “I'm sorry..” I didn't know when it left my mouth. This was the voice of a woman with no say, a heartbroken woman who isn't broken by love, but the cruel reality of life.

" She said. "But Mama..." I said. "But Mama nothing, you see all these fantasies about finding prince charming must get out of your head, you are beautiful but not that beautiful, what do you think will happen when you get older married to one men? What do you think will happen to you when he tells you that he is the one who wants a divorce? You don't have a degree, you don't have any life skills, love only leads to one path, you will die alone and poor." My mama said emphasizing the word poor.

But she finished her sentence before I could speak. “You look… familiar,” she whispered. My stomach dropped so hard I swear it hit the floor. She KNOWS. She KNOWS. She… Then she added, loud and clear: “Girls who grow up poor often have the same eyes.” …What? WAIT. HOLD ON. I blinked. Confused. Cate made a muffled gasp like she wanted to teleport away. Adrian looked at his mother with the most exhausted expression ever…like this was normal. His mother continued:

I said, draping a blanket over her shoulders. "We were dirt poor when I was a kid. Dad was a drunk and a gambler, and Mom worked herself to the bone just to keep food on the table. Once, he blew all her wages, and we had nothing left—not even scraps. It was the dead of winter, snowing outside, and while everyone else was cozy indoors, my mom was out begging so I wouldn't starve." I'd lost my own mom when I was young, and Ada's story felt like a punch to the gut.

"Mom, I know I messed up. Can you please come back inside? Let's talk this through. If you leave like this, what will happen to Felix and me? We'll be haunted by guilt forever. Please…" Sienna's voice cracked, tears streaming down her face. "Mom, please. I admit I was wrong. I'll listen to you." Shelly's emotions were overwhelming. She cried uncontrollably, feeling completely devastated as she exclaimed, "Sienna, I can't bear to go on. My life has been filled with hardship and exhaustion. "I was born into poverty, struggling to even afford necessities like food and warm clothing. Growing up in a large family with many siblings, we often went hungry. Poverty was a constant fear.

Anita softly, trying to lighten the mood. Dinda smiled slightly. "Daddy Sebastian often plays with me and reads stories. Daddy is nice to Dinda. We play in the park, and sometimes eat ice cream." Mrs. Anita smiled upon hearing the story. "Wow, that's fun. Daddy Sebastian is nice to Dinda, huh? Then, what about Mommy and Rich Daddy? Are you happy too, right?" Dinda nodded again. "Yes, Mommy and Rich Daddy are good too. But... I miss Daddy Sebastian too," Dinda said, her voice starting to become soft.