Yo Momma So Poor Novels & Stories

In the old days he'd have said, "hey! Hey! It's okay pop, don't worry we ain't gonna lose money" It seemed as though he was expecting him to say it. Temi needed help from ---from cleaning other people's diapers. Temi just sat and stared. His father was dark, and shiny, the only light in his body was his eyeballs. 'I don't care if we loose money, if we are that scared of poverty, we can help the poor. And I have got savings so---- I have nothing to be scared of' Temi knew in his heart that he wouldn't care if he had said that out loud to his big featured, tall dark Daddy. "Well get going." Mayowa said when everything was becoming odd, he picked up a file and opened it.

She took a quick sip and sighed with relief, her gaze moving to the older Hispanic woman as she smiled. "My father was a drug dealer and took everything from us when I was twelve. My mom's worked very hard to try and put food on the table, but most days it was just one meal. I'm not sure I want to get used to eating again, though." "Why is that?" "It hurts too much when it's gone again." Bethany rubbed at her chest, just above her heart. She had dealt with poverty so long that surely it was just around the corner in this new fairy tale and would jump out and cause everything to crash down around them.

“Look at you, a pathetic excuse for a woman. You've got no substance, you do not belong to any elite because if you did, I'd have bumped into you prior to this madness. You were born in poverty and you will die in poverty. You have no job, no career, no ambition yet you think you can measure up to me?” She stopped in front of my mom, their noses almost touching. "And you... you'll be the downfall of your daughter. I'm sure you're the type of woman who depends on her husband for everything including money for sanitary pads and then in exchange, you fuck him every night like a submissive lamb. You should bow your head in shame.” I cringed inwardly and felt guilty. My mom didn’t deserve such ha

"You know, sex slaves or something like that." This was nuts. So fucking nuts. "Never! It's never happening, mum!" I yelled loud, standing to my feet. "I will never let him touch me with his disgusting—Ewww!" "Then what do we do, Beatrice. You said it yourself, we can't go back to being poor." She stared at me with watery eyes, her hands clasped together tightly. "Being poor, it's not a memory I want to revisit. We had nothing. We were living off scraps. The cold, the men."

“I’m on a mission to find a stinkingly rich idiot.” “We’re still on that project?" I asked, looking away. “Bagging a rich guy so I don’t have to lift a finger for the rest of my life? Yes, we are.” “You know that was what my mom did,” I commented quietly. “Twenty four years later, she’s a struggling widow about to be homeless.” The room turned so silent I could hear the winter wind as it blew past, and footsteps of strangers passing on ground level above the basement apartment. “Um,” Maddie began.

"Wow, you actually did it. Have you no shame? I can't even imagine what kind of people gave birth to a daughter like you." His voice was soft, yet it felt like a slap, striking heavily across my face. I collapsed on the floor, my mouth full of frosting combined with the bitterness of my tears. I could neither swallow nor spit it out. Noticing me hang my head in absolute silence, Mom snickered. "Look at her; she's as quiet as a mouse. It makes me wonder… is she just some bastard child who never had parents to raise her?" She gave me a once-over before looking away in disgust. "Figures. If she had parents to teach her any better, she wouldn't be this pathetic, groveling on the floor like a dog

it was looking old fashioned and she wanted a new one but her mom wouldn't budge " Ugh " she storms downstairs " Mom where's the new make-up table I asked you to buy uh " Mary glares at her " are you that dumb that you can't notice we ain't rich anymore ... Stop your reckless spending and find a job cause we can't afford any luxurious lifestyle " " But mom... " " Shut up Yvonne, your dad debts just keep on piling up so no room for any stupid spending, if you wanna live rich again get a rich boyfriend like Liam or better still get Liam " Mary snaps

That was why she still hadn't realized that her mother was gone. However, Yelena wasn't the type to reflect on herself, so that left all of the blame squarely on Phillip. "You've enjoyed so much, but that all comes at a price. Do you seriously think she loves you so much that she can't live without you? Those few seconds earlier? That was probably the peak of your life right there. I wish you luck!" Yelena was completely oblivious to what I said to Phillip. "Impossible! There's no way Mom is dead! She's definitely fine! I'm heading back to see her now. I'm going to bring her here and have her listen for herself what her beloved son-in-law is saying about her!"

She gave me $5,000 our entire household expenses. Jack and I were last on her priority list. I bit my lower lip and tried to exit the app to find other records. However, I saw a few new text messages. [Mom, same as usual. Save money and buy some gifts for Ken and his daughter. My hand trembled, and the tablet fell onto the bed. I looked at the bathroom door and heard her still showering. Through the foggy glass door, I saw Grace texting. The last bit of hope I had quietly died.

Colton ran out of fingers for calculation. Maisie was rendered speechless. Colton tilted his head and said without holding back, “Mommy, you’re poor!” Maisie put a hand to her chest. That cut straight to her heart. She slowly forced a smile. “It’s alright. I still have $150,000,000 left.”