Novel & Cerita You Never Love Me Mom

Michael burst into laughter, and I scrunched my brows. "What is so funny?" I asked. "Sorry, that's just the most ridiculous thing I could ever think my mom could do. Fall in love? My mom! That's crazy!" He chuckled. "Why would you say that? She might be a pain in the ass, but I'm sure even someone like her is capable of falling in love. She just hasn't found that person yet." I said. "My mom can never fall in love. It's simply not in her DNA. She's completely incapable of feeling love for anything other than money and power. It's not an insult; she would say the same thing if you confronted her." He replied.

That landed harder than she wanted. “You hate depending on anyone,” he continued. “You’d rather drown quietly.” She felt exposed. “I’m not drowning.” “You took that promotion because you needed security,” he said. She didn’t respond. “You’re supporting your mom,” he added softly. Her breath caught. “You don’t get to use her.” “I’m not using her.” “You are.” “I’m reminding you that I helped when you needed it.” The words pressed against her chest. “I never denied that.” “Then don’t deny this.”

"I wanted to know what it felt like to be a grown-up like you since I'll never have the chance to be that" "Why not?" "Well, because it's not meant to be. I'm really going to miss you" Why does this sound like a goodbye? "Carla, what are you talking about?" "I love you, Mom," she says and I realize it's the first time she's calling me mom. Before I can ask her why she's never called me that, she jabs a finger on my forehead then I'm being sucked into a bottomless pit. I can't even scream because I'm still too shocked.

Not frequently—maybe five times in total—but each time, it left me more broken than the last. He would never love me. He would never claim me. Jake soaked up every ounce of what I gave but never once offered real love in return. And still, he was kind. The kind that listens to your rants, that shows up when you’re crying, that helps without asking for anything back. He did everything—except love me. I wanted to be his. That dream kept me trapped. But by second semester of third year, I started trying to break free. Jake had this habit—he’d vanish without a word, then reappear, sweet and thoughtful, like no time had passed. And every time, I let myself get caught again.

Mom and Dad did not love me, and the lack of love ruined me. It was ended now. Mom, Dad. If you had another chance, would you love me?

I didn't want to be an audience to their tear-jerking mother-daughter bond. "I don't—" Before I could finish, Mom’s voice blasted through the phone. "Serena, if Tara hadn’t insisted that a family should stay whole, do you really think I’d want a troublemaker like you back? "You’ve always been so stubborn. If it weren’t for you, your brother…Look come by or not, I don’t care either way.” Then she hung up. I stared at the black screen, my hand tightening around my medical report. I suddenly felt grateful for my illness.

He was never like this before. But she missed one thing. Carter, who had lost both parents and risen to become the head of his family and the leader of the Flanagan Group, was never someone to be trifled with. He had tolerated and indulged her for so long out of love. But now that his love was gone, he reverted to his cold and harsh self. "Why can't you give me another chance?" Misty's voice was filled with despair and reluctance. "No matter how I treated you before, you always forgave me. Why can't you forgive me this time?"

"At the end of the day, blood is thicker than water. There's no way Malcolm would abandon his parents. Once he grows up, he'll understand that his parents are the ones who love him most." I let out a soft laugh. Once I grew up? I had waited over a decade already. How much longer did I have to wait before I finally felt what proper love was supposed to be? I didn't want to wait anymore. I slowly took a step back, creating distance between us. "Mrs. Maxwell, I don't have parents, so what's there to forgive? I'm busy—I'll be going now." I no longer needed to rely on the floating comments to seek validation or to justify my own existence. After years of suppression and denial, I had almost forgo

My body was transparent. When no one responded, Mom grew even angrier and swept everything off the table onto the floor. "That wretched girl has no heart! What did I do to deserve a daughter like this? "All she does is braid that stupid hair and fuss over herself. She's only eight years old and already so vain. I don't know who she takes after. "First, she kills her own brother. And now, when it's time to say goodbye to him one last time, she's hiding somewhere. When I get back, I'll kill her myself."

“Everything changed because of me.” My chest hurt instantly. “Don’t say that,” I said firmly. “I mean it, Ava—” “No,” I interrupted immediately. “You are my sister. Nothing about you is a burden to me.” Lina looked down quietly. “You almost died,” I continued softly. “If I had lost you, I would never forgive myself.” Tears filled Lina’s eyes immediately. “I love you,” she whispered. I smiled through my own tears. “I love you too.” The makeup artist sighed dramatically beside me.