Novel & Cerita You Never Love Me Mom

“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.

Mom raises me and my brother, Cameron Joyner, by herself after she gets a divorce. Cameron was born with congenital asthma and has to take medication every day. Although I'm healthier, Mom treats me better than Cameron. She always says, "You're the apple of my eye, Cassie. I don't want you to feel troubled because of Cam." From the very beginning of my life, I've always been number one in Mom's heart. However, the year I turn 15, Cameron suddenly disappears. Mom completely changes after he goes missing.

No, she had never held hope for him or loved him in the first place. “Do you think your mom ever loved me, Carol?”

I never liked you! A crowd gathered, whispering and pointing. Mom seemed oblivious, crying on the sidewalk, Pinching me harder: "Useless thing! What good are you?" My wails grew louder. Dad turned and practically ran away. Mom finally let go, stood up, and walked off. Ignoring the pain, I hurried after her. I don't know when Mom's love for Dad turned to hate. For years, Mom kept me at arm's length, but I still loved her. On her birthday, I bought her earrings with money from my part-time job.

"Mom said to finish your breakfast before you leave!" "Aarahi hun!" she laughed, slinging her bag over her shoulder. Her family wasn’t rich, but they had something far more valuable then riches. They had love. Her parents had raised her to believe that kindness was a strength, not a weakness. And unlike many in her school who flaunted their last names, she never felt the need to prove herself. As she walked toward school, the cold air nipped at her red cheeks, but she didn’t mind. The sight of mall road coming to life, vendors setting up woolen shawls, the scent of roasted peanuts, tourists clicking pictures, it always made her smile.

I pulled out my phone, unlocked it, and stared at the last message I sent to my mother. Are you ever going to love me? No reply. I locked the screen and shoved it back into my pocket. “Fuck love,” I whispered.

I came back to sense and off the stove mom : sri what happened dear me : nothing happened mom mom : are you loving him me : what you're speaking mom we are completely different how can I love someone like him mom : your brain can know all these things but not your heart me : why mom mom : because heart is selfish dear it won't listen to anyone untill it get what it needs me : I'm feeling pity for myself mom for wanting which I don't even deserve to dream mom : I don't know what made you think like that dear but the truth is if someone deserves it's you I can say that confidently

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY~ HARDIN’S POV “Mom…” I finally speak, my voice quieter than usual. “I have never loved anyone the way I love her.” The confession sits heavily between us. “It scares me sometimes.” Mother keeps staring at me silently.

“I’ve always loved you.” “Then you have no idea what love is, Mother,” Meg shouted back, no longer able to keep her voice down. “You were never affectionate, never had any time for me at all. Your idea of showing you cared was to warn me not to eat too many cookies or else I’d grow plump. The one pleasant memory I have of you was when you were teaching me to dance, and even that is tarnished by the fact that it ended with my confession about what was happening to me and you sending me sprawling across this very floor.” By the time she finished, tears were flowing down her own cheeks, which made Meg even angrier. In all these years, she’d never let her mother see her cry, and she hated the fa

She laughed so hard, completely confusing me, before answering, "Mia couldn't be more happy with you taking my attention away from her. She hates all this stuff. I always tried to push it on her until she sat me down and outright told me 'Mom, if one day I wake up and want all of this stuff, I'll let you know, and you can buy me years worth of dresses and makeup. Until then, back off.' Since then, I've been patiently hoping for the best, but I don't think that day will ever come." Tatiana played it off like it was no big deal, but I could tell it bothered her. I had given her a hug and said I loved her presents. My mother had never been one to get gifts, unless it was a book or tickets to a